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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 3 months

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The Host | Yandere Zoldyck Family

“I’m so happy, we were able to locate the portal so quickly! Now you all can return to your world without breaking the space-time continuum!” You mused, happily sipping on the piping hot tea in front of you.

Whether you liked it or not, you wouldn’t have refused this cup. After all, it was specially crafted for and given to you by the reclusive Zoldycks. It was an honor—more like a miracle that you were being served an un-poisoned cup of tea.

You were used to prickly (read as: murderous) anomalies that were ejected into the aimless void of time. As per your occupation you housed and befriended said anomalies until it was time that they returned to their dimensions.

When you were selected at the end of your life for this position, the galactic overlords in charge assured you that this was a duty perfect for you. That no matter what, your tenants would find themselves comforted by you during their time there.

You begged to disagree even though none of your tenants had successfully ended your life yet. You prepared yourself for the day they one day would.

“Yes, it will be a shame to lose contact with a host as pleasant as you.”

Zeno smiled, closing his eyes as brought his own cup to his mouth. Letting a hand fall over your heart you silently thanked him. Another hand reached for you tearing your attention away from the former head.

“It is a shame your work keeps you so busy!” Kikyo cried, holding your hand. Gingerly running the pads of her fingers over your knuckles.

“Ah, but I feel as though I haven’t worked a day.”

“Oh, so you’re saying you like this job of yours?” The old man raised his brow.

“Of course! When I’m not hosting I’m free to do what I please and the guests that come by always make things interesting.”

Memories of the various visitors came to mind as you smiled; Kikyo puckered her lip in a pout. Her clutch on your hand had gotten slightly tighter, nothing alarming but noticeable.

“But don’t you feel overworked? Tired? Lonely?”

“There’s always the other people in the town.”

“Really? I wouldn’t have expected them to have any intelligible conversation.”

You dismissed the slight towards your community, it’d be impossible for her to realize their worth within the year. Granted they weren’t particularly strong or inquisitive; it wasn’t like they were built to be outstanding anyway. Nonetheless, they were kind to you and always understanding when it came to the guests. Not once have you needed to send a complaint to upper management. Everyone played their prescribed roles without fail.

“They can be really pleasant, once you get to know them.”

Zeno sighed, “So you say but I can’t imagine you not caring for them. You're always so forgiving.”

“Well…they have their flaws.”

“Ah! You’re too humble (Y/n)! The least they can do is honor your contribution to their pathetic lives!”

“Thank you, Mrs. Zoldyck but a cake every once in a while is good enough for me.”

“Ah! So simple (Y/n), it screams you no nothing of luxury!”

“Really I feel as though I’ve almost been overwhelmed with it with the Zoldycks here.”

“Please! If you could see the Zoldyck Estate in our world, you’d truly know luxury!”

You let her continue, chatting with her and Zeno, who occasionally chimed in. It was time to enjoy their company for they’d be gone before you knew it.

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“Ne (Y/n)! Alluka wants to hold onto your jacket for a bit is that alright?”

“Oh? I barely noticed I left it behind but sure.”

You continued to walk side by side with Killua making your way to your destination. The wind was cold. Wisping at your cheeks and nose as you mesmerized yourself with the smoky puff your breath made. Catching cat-like blue eyes watching you with amusement you stopped, replacing it with an embarrassed smile.

He snickered. “What? Don’t stop on my account.”

“Oh Killua you're the only kid that makes me feel like a silly child again.”

“Eh?! You make it sound like I’m the reason you’re just childish anyway.”

You playfully hummed. “Hm. Maybe I am.”

You shared a laugh before letting your eyes begin to wander. Looking past the trees of the park to admire the clouded sky blending into the freezing lake. Despite having walked this path millions of times before, it never failed to take your breath away. Making you sigh in awe, you minded the frozen droplets hanging off the naked branches; looking as though they were a part of some artist’s canvas.

Even the rosiness that danced at your cheeks brought by your body’s attempt to warm you in the frigid season, felt magical in its own right. It was easy to lose sight of your path as your feet remember the way; allowing you to drift.

But before you could go too far the warmth of another hand-a smaller hand in your pocket brought you back. Looking down in surprise at the blushing owner looking away from you. You chuckled intertwining his smaller, rougher hand with yours as you walked with a pep in your step.

“I-I’m just keeping my hand warm. Where I’m from it never gets this cold.”

You smirked. “Sure!”

You didn’t believe him and he knew that. But that wasn’t the point anyway.

“You two seem to be getting along well.”

The monotone voice stopped the both of you in your tracks. Standing in a slim-fitted insulating jacket was the eldest of the Zoldyck children. Standing precisely on the crack in the sidewalk he demanded you meet at. You didn’t miss the annoyed click of Killua’s teeth. Or the blank foreboding stare directed at a specific pocket of yours.

“Yup, Killua offered to walk me to our meetup spot. If you’re alright with it, I wouldn’t mind if he came with us.”

Illumi robotically tilted his head, his eyes still trained on the same spot it had been focused on since he started watching you.

“I doubt Kil would find any enjoyment in where we’re going.”

Killua's eye twitched. “Oh? Where are you going?”

“Somewhere for adults, I’m sure you’d find it boring.”

“Really try me,”

The two intensely held each other’s gaze, vaguely conveying that this may need your intervention. With a well-timed sneeze, you might have saved yourself and the whole park from their ‘playful’ exchange of blows. Illumi seemed to back down first stepping closer to your unoccupied side where he waited for his brother to leave.

Said brother didn’t look all too convinced. Squeezing his hand in yours brought his attention to you, already smiling in silent reassurance.

“Hey, take care of my sweater for me ‘kay.”

The silent message was heard as Killua, who begrudgingly released your hand from his hold. With a final glare towards his brother, he’d begun to leave, watching as you turned and waved to him as he went. He also watched as his brother slipped his hand into your opposite pocket. With a final click of his tongue, he moved at speeds practically impossible for the human eye back to the apartment you’d organized for him and Alluka.

Making your way wordlessly out of the park, finally stopping within the toasty insides of a ceramics shop. With the unmolded clay in front of you and the guide having finished their instruction, you finally giggled at Illumi.

“I’d hardly call ceramics an adults-only event.”

Illumi didn’t laugh, he didn’t even look up from the shape he was focused on molding.

“I would. He isn’t a part of this so it isn’t bizarre for it to be considered an adult event.”

You decided to keep quiet about the toddler two tables down. Instead, you poked your head over the assassin’s shoulder to see what he was making. Glad you hadn’t started working on your own creation, you pulled back the raven locks that were spilling dangerously close to his work in progress.

Missing the slight stutter of his fingertips as he registered the soft, gentle hold of your fingertips he continued. Opting to focus solely on his creation with more intensely.

“I’m so glad I brought a hair tie for this exact moment.”

“...if you don’t hurry up your clay will dry and your money will go to waste.”

“Ah. So money conscious.”

Finished with a nice low ponytail, you scooched back into your seat; prepared to begin your own creation. Sparing a glance at Illumi, you expected he’d be laser-focused on his work but instead he was staring at you unapologetically. While you found this wasn’t uncommon for him it didn’t change the fact that it was still odd.

“So uh what are you making?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’m just asking, are you worried I’ll make fun?”

“My finished product will be more than enough to answer you, right?

“I guess so.”

You had an inkling of worry that he’d create something graphic and horrific. But you had to remind yourself: he wasn’t Milluki. Who unapologetically, on multiple accounts, scarred surprised you with animal entrails, graphic posters, and concerning digital art that bore striking resemblance to you.

Speaking of striking resemblance…you had a glorious idea.

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“So…what is it?”

You hated to ask but you had to. The ceramic resembled the bare requirements of a face colored by a paint color akin to your skin tone. Somehow when you turned your head to the left side you saw a screaming face but when you turned your head to the right it looked as though it was smiling.

“....”

He just stared at you blankly (as he usually did) but you could tell there was something unfamiliar. He turned his head away from you as he reached for his creation back.

“If you can’t tell than it shouldn’t matter.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, I’m sorry!”

You held the…thing in your hands with care as you bore witness to the rare sight of an embarrassed Illumi.

“Even if I don’t know what it is I think it’s beautiful in its own right.”

“Don’t lie its unbecoming of you.”

“I’m not lying!”

You let him snatch it from your hand and tuck it in his pocket. Smiling to yourself, you found comfort in that he didn’t immediately toss it into the trashcan by the doorway. Catching up with his quick pace you held you’re wrapped creation to your chest.

“I would like to continue on now.”

“Don’t just sweep it under the rug! It’s all about growth.”

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“Here you are Kalluto!”

He was doing what you had suggested: finding his own style. Alas, he still found himself taking the most buried articles of clothing from your closet and posing in the mirror. If you had noticed you didn’t say much, when you let yourself into the room he’d been given.

“I made it just for you.”

The vase had a pink hue, with speckles of purple. He liked it but he was curious why he was gifted this.

“I based it off the color of your eyes. I saw the shade being offered and I thought it’d be a perfect souvenir for you.”

His cheeks were overtaken by a hot crimson as he gingerly accepted the small vase. He loved it! Holding it close to his chest he almost missed the presence of his eldest brother outside his room. Judging by the slim-fitted jacket, his hat, and his pointed stare at the gift itself told Kalluto everything he needed to know. So that was his decision, for his day out with you? The ceramics shop?

The image of you crafting something while smiling along with him. Hands touching one another while you both crafted something beautiful. Your attention solely focused on him.

He’s so jealous.

“Thank you. It looks beautiful.”

“ I’m so happy you like it! I was worried I wouldn’t get the color right but looking at you now I see I’m right on the mark.”

Kalluto’s cheeks never changed from heir red color, causing him to tuck his head into the collar of the shirt he stole from you borrowed. Sending a cautious look at the figure in the doorway he took a gamble. He put the vase down, quickly moving to nestle his head into your stomach almost immediately having your arms wrap around him. He didn’t bother locking eyes with the observer, instead pretending to be fully enveloped by your attention.

If he did have a problem, Kalluto could argue that his time with you was limited. Therefore nothing was off the table. Not when their access to you would be gone forever. He’d rather it not be that way.

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“Silva.”

The call of his wife had the current head of the Zoldyck family, wordlessly asking what she needed. Nonetheless, he responded in kind.

“Kikyo.”

The two of them were seated a ways apart from one another each sipping on their respective drinks as the candles slowly burned.

“We need to talk about (Y/n).”

“What is there to talk about?”

He knew what she wanted to talk about. Those of any authority within the Zoldyck family already had a gray consensus about their host. All that was needed was definite words, so that they could be a united front on the subject.

“On the topic of (Y/n) coming with us.”

Silva crossed his arms.

“We cannot.”

“Why not? All of us like them! They show promise in maintaining the family, they’ve even convinced Kil to come home more often!”

He wanted to grit his teeth but he didn’t. Only brought his cup to his mouth for a pensive sip.

“No, they’d never survive training. Let alone our world in general.”

He maintained his composure as he parroted Zeno’s consultation. Even as his wife slammed her own cup on the tray and opened her mouth to protest. He knew she’d ask because he had asked.

“Mr. Silva. Is it okay if I call you that or would you rather it be Mr. Zoldyck?”

It amazed him that such a meek, small, weak host would have made him even consider bringing you along with them when they returned. Their host couldn’t be farther from them brimming with compassion and mindfulness that brought out a side the family had long since fought against.

It shouldn’t have enamored them as it had. But it did. Leaving everyone in the family vying for their attention. With them the family’s prowess in killing meant nothing and it didn’t do any favors in garnering positive response.

But it was for that exact reason Zeno mused that they’d never fit in the Zoldyck family. Even if they chose the route of marrying you into the family it would diminish your time with the everyone. Favoring the one they’d marry over all others. It’d be so unfair

“Husband, this opportunity to attain a sliver of another world would benefit the Zoldyck family! Even more so as a tenant or as a servant under all our care! It wouldn’t impede the family’s strength and their rules to serve would make them an asset to explore.”

“And have them reach a butler’s strength alone. At their level?”

Kikyo hung her head covering her visor with her hands as she resisted the urge to weep. Silva refused to look at her, focusing intensely on the still liquid in his cup. The pain in this revelation was mutual.

“Mr. Silva, did you go to aquariums when you were younger?”

“For missions.”

“What about on your own?”

“What would be the purpose of that?”

“I don’t know, to see the animals. To learn about them.”

“What use would learning about these animals do? If there is no time that I’ll be within their biome it would do nothing for me to retain this information.”

“Isn’t it nice to just be in awe though? To just fathom loosely about the world we barely have begun to discover?”

The image of their excited face illuminated by the tank was the moment Silva’s first felt that emotion. It reminded him of meeting Kikyo, of having his heir, of establishing a budding lineage. He learned that feeling was better not left ignored for it could very well determine the safety of the ones he felt it for.

He’s seen it in his children, in all his children, so he could only see what he could control spiraling for the others. He could only think about the repercussions for when they returned home. There’d be no way to cull it easily; with you being literal dimensions apart.

Kikyo’s sulking stopped abruptly her hands folding to sit on her lap.

“Perhaps there is a way to bring them without breaking the rules.”

Blue eyes look at her expectantly.

“The Zoldyck’s have not encountered anyone worthy enough to consider adoption.”

“Adoption?”

“Yes, the process hasn’t been used within the family before…if it were to be implemented–” There was something hopeful within her voice and a twitch of a smile on Silva’s lip.

“Then the rules that qualify the one adopted would be entirely up to the head of the family.”

Silva attempted to resist the smile that spread across his face, as he leaned back onto his hand. How apparent would it be that their host had such an impact on them since they left the mansion? But even so, this was proof that they should have their host after all.

“I’ll have to check with Zeno…but perhaps it might be a veritable solution.”

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You were glad you spent the night before sobbing your heart out. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to smile through the Zoldyck’s goodbyes. Granted none of them, except for Kalluto and Alluka, were even close to shedding a single tear. Nonetheless, you hugged them all trying to calm yourself.

The otherworldly energy spewing from the portal never made you nervous before and yet your hair was standing on end. Your tolerance for fearful situations had decreased significantly as you got to know the Zoldyck family but it never completely went away. You weren’t an idiot.

They were a family of assassins.

It’s foolish not to expect threats on your life at every other turn. But this had an effect on you on a deeper level than that. This was more unsettling.

Was it the amount of place-holding spirits killed during their stay? Or the physical planet of this dimension lurching as it coughed up one of the most murderous families to stay here? Or was there something wrong with the integrity of the dimension itself?

You were tethered to the realm and it was tethered to you. For the most part, it only means you have a loose idea of what’s to come with the weather or an effect on a guest’s actions. But in times of dire situations, you’ve had the world reach out to you. At this point, you were already looking for a sign.

But that wasn’t your main focus not when the younger ones were keeping you occupied. Hanging on your arms were Alluka and Killua; the latter was playfully mirroring the former.

“Aw (Y/n)! We’ll miss you so much!”

“Yeah! We’ll miss you soooo much!”

“Ah Killua at least you could pretend to be serious about this.”

Spying Kalluto a ways off clutching the vase you had made him you gave him a small smile.

“This relocation didn’t turn out to be a complete waste.”

Milluki spoke up, unabashed as he pulled along a cart of all his anime and gaming memorabilia. You could see the invisible sneers of disgust from majority of the family, Killua didn’t even bother hiding his.

“For once I’d agree,” Illumi chimed sending a bottomless look in your direction. “There were plenty of…unexpected trades to learn in a world devoid of hunters.”

“Thank you?” You shrugged.

Zeno let out a chuckle putting a thoughtful hand on your back.

“I think all of us in the Zoldyck family have learned quite a bit.” You had to fight the tears now.

“For that we thank you.”

The entirety of the Zoldyck family bowed to you, leaving you to fight tears at the demonstration of respect and love they had for an average-dimensional host. Fanning at the water building up in your eyes you bowed and thanked them yourselves.

“You guys! Get over here and give me hugs!”

You made sure to hug every member of the family even if they made unsettling comments as you did Milluki.

Getting the timing perfectly right the portal opened to its full size, the electric blue illuminating everyone’s faces. You could smell the atmosphere of the Kukuroo mountain and the forest upon it. All that was left to do was for them to enter.

“Alright now as stated before time has only been an hour in your world. Now you will be coming down from the sky but I’m sure you all will manage.”

“Thank you for everything (Y/n).”

You bowed your head to the patriarch missing the devious glint in his eyes.

“Of course.”

Starting with Silva they each dove into the portal, leaving you to stand by yourself in the field of sunflowers selected as a gateway. Turning away from the flashing portal you could finally address the world’s message for you. The surrounding grass began to lay down unnaturally, spelling out a word.

“They–”

You bent to down watching as the green blades folded into more words, filling your heart with trepidation as it spelled slowly.

“--will not–”

The blades continued to fold slowly as the sunflower stems frantically sprouted from the ground. Not bothering to wriggle free from the stems wrapping around your wrists, you tried to hurry the world’s spelling. Why did you feel like you needed to rush?

“-let you go–? Wait what the he-”

Before you could finish a translucent, glowing, and golden dragon, like one from Japanese folklore came out of the portal. Wrapping around your entire body it skillfully carried you into the shrinking portal. Only stopping for a short time to wriggle free of the sunflowers that were simultaneously pulling at your limbs.

Now on the other side of the portal, you were being pulled backward. Your front looking at the endless sky watching the portal shrink and close, slicing the desperately reaching sunflowers and their stems.

Something within you seemed to break but before you could dwell on that you finally tried to register what was going on.

“AHHHHH!”

Diving with you in it’s coil the dragon was rocketing in the direction of a mansion. All you could do was hold tight as the dragon slowed to a stop. Gently letting you lie on the floor, taking a moment to ground yourself you barely registered the booming voice.

“Congratulations (Y/n), you’ve been inducted into the Zoldyck Family.”

“W-what?”

“As the adopted of the Zoldyck, you’re duty to the family is to be protected and to participate in the family to the best of your limited abilities.”

“Wait—”

“Per your lack of Zoldyck blood, your title as the adopted is willing to change for the family’s convenience.”

“HOLD ON!” You stood up fully holding your shaking hands out as you began to process what this would mean. Before you can get a word in Kikyo runs up to you, shoving your head into her chest as she rocks your unsteady form.

“Rejoice my (Y/n)! Now for all the care you’ve given us, we get to take care of you!”

“Mother, you’ll smother them.”

“Ah big brother, don’t need to get jealous I’m sure you’ll get your turn.”

“I know that.”

Unable to speak or look too far away, you felt Alluka and Kalluto grab at your pant legs. No doubt they glared at one another as they vied for your attention.

“(Y/n)!” ”(Y/n)!”

Being no help at all Killua wasn’t too far behind, ”Oi don’t hog them all.”

Whether it was the exhaustion of dimensional travel or losing air within your mother Kikyo’s breast. Beginning to lose consciousness you could barely make out the ghost of a smile on Silva’s face. Zeno withheld no courtesy, smiling happily as he turned away.

After all, you were home with them. Where you belonged.

Surely the Zoldyck family could handle the dimensional repercussions of claiming their host.

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chaotic-iguana · 5 months

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lovers’ spat, part i

miggy is an oblivious overworking idiot and fails to see you’ve had a bad day. he eventually makes up for it, though. (there will be a smut follow-up)

warnings: no smut (yet). just some nice angst (the girls are fightinggggg hehehe)

it starts with a missed alarm. then a sip of too-hot coffee burning your tongue. being late to work, getting yelled at by your boss, then by a client and finally by some randomon the fucking street when you’re walking home and he’s catcalling you and you refuse to look his way.

so yeah. it’s been a shit day.

but you’ve opened a portal to nueva york, you’re close to hq and you know migs will be inside and ready to take care of you. so all hope is not lost. yet. you burst through the double doors, half-sprinting to the elevator to reach his…lair? office is too mild for it, really. (eh, miguel’s a moody guy. it fits his vibe.)

you’re just about to walk in but you’re stopped by the call of your name paired with a babbling baby behind you. twisting to see the top of mayday’s head disappear behind him, you watch as peter b walks towards you with a grimace on his face and purple blooming under his eyes.

“are you…alright? you look a bit rough.” it sounds funny as you say it - take one look in the fucking mirror and you’d be saying it to yourself - but you can’t stop yourself from asking. he does look tired. and upset. which is entirely unlike him, but they do say parenthood is an adjustment. plus, it can’t be easy balancing being a spider and a dad and a journalist all at the same time. an offer to babysit bubbles in your mouth but stops at him shaking his head with a wry grin.

“today’s been rough. to be honest, i doubt miguel’s gonna be able to see you right now - we just caught an anomaly who stopped a canon event. he’s dealing with the fallout.” he’s speaking slowly, like he’s placating a child or dog. your frown must be obvious, because he starts chuckling nervously and follows up with a “but i’m sure he can work it out! goodnight!” before he’s swinging away - typical of a man who loves setting fires but never knows quite what to do with the ashes.

so now you’re stomping into miguel’s office, tearing through the tranquility of silence as you scowl at the raised platform and squint through the frankly shitty lighting. the sound of his fingers on the keyboard halts, and you think you hear him take a deep breath before his voice rings out.

“‘m busy, cariño. be home late tonight. don’t wait up.”

and it’s the way he says it, the irritation and annoyance glinting in his monotone words that has you seeing red, until your fingers are clenched in fists and your teeth are bared in the direction of his stupid, stupid platform. (you’d rip it apart with your bare hands if you could. why can’t he just work on the floor like a normal person? fucking medieval villain much? why don’t you just menacingly twiddle your thumbs and mwahaha while coming down then. idiot.)

you’re barely thinking straight, fury sparking in your veins and thrumming in your blood as you rip off a sandal and chuck it in the vague direction of the stupid thing. it’s not like you can tell, because your migraine and miguel’s shitty decor seem to have teamed up to fucking impair your vision and why in the fuck did he have to blow you off tonight of all nights-

your heel clunks against the metal, clattering to the ground with a pathetic thud. a sharp intake of his breath through his nose - loud enough to let you know he’s pissed - and therecomes the creaking of the dumb thing being lowered, inch by inch. you wait as the top of his head appears, hair standing in all directions and you just know he’s been doing that thing he does absentmindedly where he runs his hands through it over and over when he’s focused. and normally it’s cute but right now you just want to scream at him or walk away and you’re not quite sure which one to lean towards. and then he comes into view, eyes narrowed and fists clenched, hands stiff by his sides while he…frowns at you? lunging off the platform, he crouches to pick up your shoe before stalking over in your direction, glaring down at you.

“por qué joder harías eso?” he’s snarling now, jaw tensing with the effort it takes for him to spit the words at you. it makes you flinch, the forceful weight of his words and his tone and the way he’s towering over you like you’re one of those anomalies he hunts and something in your chest just cracks at the sight. straightening your spine, you curl your fingers around his to snatch back your shoe before slipping it on.

“qué esperabas? what did you expect, miguel? that i come here after a long day to find out again, for the billionth fucking time that my husband is too busy fighting something new-because there is always something new-to so much as look at me when he basically tells me to fuck off.”

eyes wild, your chest heaves as you meet his fierce look with one of your own. you can see him processing what you said, guilt flashing in his eyes for a split second before it’s replaced by concern. you can see him softening, reaching out - but you don’t want it right now. don’t quite know what to do with the sudden care in his eyes just moments after he was being so dismissive towards you. and if you’re honest - after the day you’ve had, it’s easier to cling to the venom coating your next words than it is to give into however the fuck he’s planning on fixing the situation.

“vete a la mierda, miguel. don’t come home tonight.”

and with that, you walk out.

you make it three steps before lyla pops up, wincing at the tears already spilling down your cheeks. you’re scrambling for your watch, fumbling your way through portalling home to curl up in bed. you can distantly tell she’s cooing something at you, placating and warm, but you’re too far gone to hear it; the AI too much of a reminder of miguel for your comfort. a wave of your hand through her hologram and a stumble through the portal, and she’s gone too.

well, fuck. that couldn’t have gone worse.

v excited to continue this one. as always, thanks for reading, comment your thoughts or find me on ao3. stay hydrated and have a great day<3

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politemenacephd · 2 months

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Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader

Ride it out (+18)

Content: Established relationship, Hard Degradation/Humiliation kink, Degrading language, Dom/Sub dynamic, Clothed sex, Mutual masturbation, Leg riding, Clothed orgasm.

Word count: 1438

‘Ride it.’

You barely managed to muffle a moan as the hard pressure between your legs increased.

Miguel had you pinned against the wall. He was leaning down with his right hand on the wall beside your head, and his eyes were fixed entirely on you.

At nearly twice your size he was a terrifying visage, with his muscular shoulders encapsulating your body tenfold. You were shaking, but he seemed utterly and completely composed.

But his size wasn’t why you were so on edge as to be trembling right now. You were trembling because he’d just spread your legs with his own, and he was now resting the hard point of his raised knee against your clothed cunt.

He had bent his leg to a 90 angle degree, leaving you barely balancing on your tip-toes. Nowhere to go, no way to shuffle off.

You were locked onto his gaze as he stared you down. You couldn’t look away, even if you wanted to.

Beneath the intensity of those eyes it was like gazing into the sun. He was so tall that his head was blocking the one light in the room, eclipsing all of his features spare for the red of his irises. They were sharp, bloody, little circles of wavering, fiery light against the shadow of his figure.

You squeaked as he abruptly inched his knee up harder, squishing your clit with the curve of his muscle.

‘Mi amor’ he purred, ‘you know why I’m doing this.’

His expression was soft but firm; affectionately stern, perhaps. You gripped his enormous thigh muscles for stability as he continued to gently nudge at your pussy.

‘You’ve been bothering me, at my desk, all day’ he breathed, his husky voice dripping down your neck until your back arched. He was trying to speak with authority, but his humanness was seeping through. After all, he was still just a man, and this display was quite intoxicating.

‘You need to calm down. So, I am ordering you, to ride it.’

You squirmed a little in place, trying to adjust, only to flinch as his claws retracted into the wall beside your head.

‘Ride. It’ he repeated. Your breath as it came was ragged and sharp.

‘Y… Yes, sir’ you panted.

It was hard at first to find a rhythm. You weren’t used to riding him, even in a more traditional sense, as he loved to pick you up and twist your limbs like a pretzel just to slip right up into your guts. Now, though, he was offering nothing. He stood back and watched you awkwardly attempt to stimulate yourself on just his knee.

Your face was burning. It felt good. It was difficult, yes, but it felt good. You started to grind against his suit, relishing the little electric shocks it gave out that filtered into your body like vibrations, with the hard part of his knee gently squishing your clit in circles.

You could feel it throbbing. You could feel your blood rushing to it, swelling in anticipation. Miguel purred and tilted his head.

‘Ah—Miguel—’

‘That’s right. That’s it.’

You could feel slick soaking through your panties. You knew it was going to soak through to his suit.

‘I—Miguel, please, it—your suit—’

‘I want you to soak it’ he barked, cutting off your soft plea. You felt the warmth in your belly growing. Fuck, he wanted it. He wanted you to soak his knee and then walk around with it for the rest of the day.

‘I want everyone to smell you on me’ he continued as you struggled to grind. ‘I want that pathetic display for all to see. They’ll know. They’ll know you rubbed yourself out on my leg, grinding for my attention—’

‘F-Fuck—’

‘Oh you like that too, huh?’ As he spoke he began to move closer still, pushing your back to the wall. You felt his breath hit your cheek. It was hot, lurid hungry.

‘You want me to berate you, mi amor?’

‘A-Ah—’

‘Cochina’ he snapped. ‘Eh? Pinche puta, montame como un caballo.'

Right as you were hitting your stride Miguel threw you off again, this time by phasing away his suit at the crotch. His fat, heavy cock fell out barely inches from your own body, taunting you with that perfectly formed stallion of a specimen.

The thick bed of hair, the veins, the curve. It throbbed the moment it came free.

Miguel kept his eyes on you as he started fisting it, milking his own cock from the base up right before your hungry little eyes. You squirmed.

‘Ah—fuck, so big—’

‘Keep riding’ he barked. You obeyed, rubbing your overstimulated clit against his leg.

‘Más duro’ he snapped. You tried to speed up but were distracted by the sight of his thumb gently stroking his member, easing out those first viscous beads of pre-cum. You began to slow. How could you not indulge, after all, in the sweet throbbing of his veins? How could you not salivate at the sight of his bulbous member twitching?

‘¡Oye! Más duro!’ he barked again. You hurried to oblige his request.

‘Fuck, ah—sorry, sir—’

You could feel yourself getting close. You couldn’t stand much more of this sensory assault. You could feel something in your loins tightening, something that would inevitably peak and unravel, turning you into a sopping mess.

Miguel could tell. He could see you getting close, and in turn he started stroking faster. He was fisting his cock with long, sharp pumps, pleasuring himself to your frantic riding.

‘Muéstrame lo mojado que estás’ he breathlessly barked.

Your body obeyed his command seemingly without any input from you. He felt his suit getting wet as you nestled your pussy against it, your slick seeping out and soaking everything it touched. It was warm, sweet. He whistled.

‘Estas empapado’ he purred. You buckled under his gaze and turned to the floor. ‘Eres patética’ he breathed.

You let out a lower whimper. You knew he was right.

‘If you want—to prove, you’re not pathetic, then you have to cum for me’ he ordered. ‘Cum for me, right now.’

‘M-Miguel—’

‘Cum for me!’

Your lips parted, ready to moan, only for Miguel’s knee to slip out from beneath you.

He wasn’t so cruel as to make you cum without stimulation though. No, he was much crueller than that.

He leant in and lifted your entire body with just one hand on your waist, forcing his bare hips between your spread and shaking legs. His hardened cock hit your clit instead, and with a low groan he rode out your orgasm while shuddering into his own.

He ejaculated all over your suit. Thick rope after thick rope oozed out onto your nice, freshly cleaned fit, smothering you in his seed. He milked himself dry against you as you squirmed and spasmed from the overstimulation, letting you shudder into the final thralls of your climax against his thick shaft.

Only once totally spent did Miguel slow down and slowly pull back, gently lowering you back to the floor. You almost immediately fell over.

You could feel his cum through your clothing. It was wet, hot, dripping and clingy, slowly dripping down your inner thighs.

You panted in shock. ‘Ah… S-Sir?’

He’d waved his hand to bring back his suit, perfectly covering his slowly softening cock. He looked just the same as when he’d started. As you trembled on the spot he leaned in and cupped your head with his palm, gently pressing a firm kiss to your forehead.

‘Well done’ he whispered. You bathed in his warmth as he kissed from your forehead to your cheek and down to your jaw.

‘Well done. So good.’

When he pulled back you caught sight of his face. All of that pent up frustration, all of that tension, it was gone. He met you with kind, rather tired eyes, and rested his thumb on your lower lip.

‘Now. If you agree to leave me alone at work, and only bother me at home, I’ll take you to get cleaned up. Or, you can walk around like this for the rest of the day. What do you want?’

You swallowed hard beneath his unblinking gaze. You must have looked so small against him, with trembling legs and a body covered in his seed. He’d ruined you.

‘I… I’ll, leave you be’ you whispered. He smiled, a cocky half-grin that made your stomach drop.

‘Good choice. Let’s go then.’

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houseofripley · 2 months

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Hotel Hell - Part Two

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

Part One Pinterest

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+, Fighting, Shoving, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, MAKEUP SEX

WORD COUNT: 3,812

A/N: omg i am sorry this took me years to finish, life has been busy but it should calm down soon. i got such a good request the other day and i haven't gotten it off my mind so i will start that tmrw if i have time. also i proofread this at 2am so please ignore any mistakes lol

“The Brutalization Chamber? You want to know what The Brutalization Chamber is?” The Irish man laughed out, his eyebrows raising once you turned your gaze towards him.

An expression of curiosity displayed on your face as you repeated the name of the supposed ‘chamber’. It was obvious to the man that you wanted to know more.

The man began making his way down the stairs, “No offense sweetheart…but I don’t really think this is the place for a girl li-” He tried to speak before being cut off.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

“I don’t really care what you think sir, I want you to show me what's down there.” You chirped out, following the male down the flight of stairs, your hand hovering over your aching ribs.

“Well shit, if you insist,” The guy chuckled out, “Feisty, she’ll like you.” He muttered under his breath as he opened the door.

She’ll like you…was he talking about the same ‘she’ you had spent your night with? The same woman who just got done unleashing pure cruelty onto you? The same woman who disappeared into this exact building moments ago?

“Name’s Finn by the way,” He mentioned, “It’s just us, the big boss is probably around here somewhere as well.” Finn spoke as you scanned the room looking for ‘the big boss’.

Grimy was the only way to portray the room. Rope lights scattered across the ceiling, some were dim while others flickered. There were freezing concrete walls with cracks littered all over. A red neon sign displaying the letters ‘TBC’. A blood stained ring sat taking up a quarter of the room. Various pieces of gym equipment and punching bags were compressed into a room off to the side.

“So…just a gym?” You questioned the man, there was no sign of Rhea.

“Nah, it’s a little more than just a gym love…think of it as a fight club. A fight club with a fuck ton of money involved.” Finn stated leading into a room the size of a walk-in closet, the room seemingly being a pathetic excuse of a nurses office.

You leaned against the door frame while Finn babbled on as he started unpacking his bag, “People come to us in desperate need for money. They’re entered into our roster, put in the ring and bet on. If they win their match they get fifty percent of all bets placed. Bunch of sick wealthy men love wasting their fortune on this shit.”

“Don’t you think this is just a tad bit illegal?” You chuckled, sending a small wave of pain to your ribs.

“Eh I don’t worry about that too often,” Finn shrugged, digging around his duffle. “Rhea’s not too worried about the legalities when there's this much money involved, she can pay her way out of damn near anything.”

Rhea.

Despite your pain you perked up at the mention of Rhea’s name although you stayed silent.

“Rhea would like you, you’re quiet but there's just something about you, like there’s a fire inside you.” Finn mentioned, pointing at you. “I would introduce you to her but earlier this afternoon one of her top guys lost her like seven thousand. She stormed off to god knows where. Another one of her main guys has a big match in about half an hour. Going up against some new kid we’ve never seen so I’m sure she’s busy worrying her ass off.”

You heard a scoff echo from the main room as footsteps approached. “Jesus fucking christ Finn! Do you ever shut your goddamn mouth?” You heard Rhea sarcastically laugh trying to cover her anger.

You slowly turned to face Rhea, examining her tensed jaw and narrowed eyes. Reality had finally washed over you. The weight of Rhea’s actions flooded into your brain. You couldn’t figure out if you felt more betrayal or anger in the moment.

“Ah! Rhea mate!” Finn exclaimed, trying to divert from Rhea’s critiques. “I was just telling this young lady how much you’d like her…I never caught her name though.”

Your face turned to the ground as you tried to mutter out your name. “We’ve met.” Rhea butted in, her voice was fully flat-devoid of any sign of emotion. That’s when the regret hit you.

You shouldn't have come here.

“I should leave…it seems you guys have a busy night.” You muttered quietly. Rhea took a firm grasp on your forearm, “That can wait, let’s go have a chat.” Rhea said as her head motioned towards what you assumed to be her office.

“No, I-I can come back another time, I really don’t want to be a bother.” You barely managed to stutter out while Rhea’s middle and pointer finger of her opposite hand guided your chin up, forcing you to look at her. “I said let’s go have a chat.” Rhea commanded, her grip on your arm tightening.

You reluctantly followed the woman as she dragged you in the direction of her office. You knew you were in for it big time.

“You are a fucking insane bitch! What could have possibly made you think it was okay to fucking show up to this place?!” Rhea lashed out at you the moment the latches of her door clicked together. She dropped your arm before shoving you towards the other side of the room. You had been lucky enough to catch your balance as you were just inches away from barreling into the concrete walls.

“I just wanted to learn more! I wanted to figure you out Rhea! Can you blame me for wanting to figure out why you’re so angry and cruel every time I see you?” You said loudly, your voice filled with hurt.

“That doesn't give you the goddamn right to follow me to where I work! You don’t fucking get it, these people I work with are dangerous and I don’t want you getting caught up in this bullshit!” Rhea retorted out as her breaths began picking up speed.

“What makes you think I’m so incompetent that I’m incapable of being around danger?! You put me in danger nearly every fucking time I see you! ” Your hands flew around as you yelled at the woman, tears accumulating in your eyes.

Rhea began inching towards you, a look of irritation covering her face. “I don’t fucking put you in danger!”

“Yes you fucking do! You have no idea how many bruises you’ve left me with. The other month you choked me till I passed out, yet you didn’t stop fucking me to check if I was okay! For fucks sake Rhea, an hour ago you left me bleeding and collapsed to the floor!!” All hell had broken loose between the two of you as your tears started escaping from you.

“You told me you could take it! I don’t get why you’re bitching and moaning all of the sudden.” Rhea continued arguing.

Your fist crashed down onto Rhea’s nearby desk, “I can take it rough, but you can’t keep disappearing after being borderline torturous! You’re so damn immature!!” Your screaming matched showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

“I’m immature? You’re the one that followed me to my job and is throwing a tantrum right now!” Rhea’s voice thundered around the room.

“You don’t get it Rhea! I’m a fucking person and you dont give a shit about me! Why don’t you fucking care?!” You yelled through broken sobs as you started unleashing your sadness and anger onto Rhea, pushing and beating on her chest.

Rhea made no attempt to stop you. She made no moves, just allowing you to inflict your pain onto her.

Once your hands had dropped to your sides in exhaustion and your breaths became heavier as you tried calming yourself down Rhea quietly mumbled, “I do care…”

“But you don’t…” You looked up at her with wide eyes, lifting your shirt. You exposed your aching torso displaying your cut up skin, dried blood pooled around your laceration and the letters of Rhea’s name carved into your skin. “Someone who cares doesn't do this and run away.” You quietly said, your voice strained from the screaming match.

The regret in her eyes was apparent as she darted her eyes away from you. The realization she had gone too far had hit her hard, feeling as if she was being crashed into by an eighteen-wheeler.

Her vulnerability was short lived, Rhea quickly repressed her display of emotion, replacing it with her regular cold and emotionless stare. She had to put on her tough guy attitude. It was her only safety blanket. Emotions are for the weak, Rhea could never be weak.

“You get worse every time I see you, something has to change Rhea…” You breathed out, trying to articulate your speech as you lowered your shirt back down. “If you can’t fix this behavior I’m done.”

“You know you don’t mean that.” Rhea sighed as she ran her hand through her black hair. She didn’t want to lose you but she could never admit that. “I need to think about…everything. Just give me a some t-”

Rhea was cut off by a deep voice from outside the door. “Ten minutes till the bell Rhea.” Rhea rolled her eyes and made her way to the door, “Just give me some fucking time Damian! And go get a roll of gauze from Finn. Quickly.” Rhea demanded after opening the door just a sliver.

You clenched your jaw as you sensed Rhea’s levels of anger were once again rising. The last thing you wanted was to end up back at square one with her. You couldn’t handle another argument with her. Not tonight at least.

The pair of you stood in silence as you waited for the man to return. Once he had arrived he opened the door, handing Rhea the roll of fabric. His eyes curiously examining you through the crack in the door.

“I’ll be out in a minute…” Rhea aggressively muttered before closing the door. She mumbled your name under her breath before walking to her desk.

“You’re lucky Finn showed up early, only God knows what could have happened to you if one of the other guys showed up before him.” Rhea grunted as she unlocked a drawer and began rummaging through the mess inside.

What is it about her?

“Why such a dark line of work? What made you choose this of all things?” You questioned, you were terrified to set her off but on the other hand you wanted to push for answers from her. It was the only way to get your foot into the door of her life.

Rhea stumbled her way towards you avoiding eye contact, a tube of antibacterial gel in her hand as she shrugged. “Not something you choose. You’re born into it and can’t escape it, you just have to accept it and make the best out of it.” She mumbled while she lifted your shirt up.

Rhea applied a small glob of the antibacterial gel to her finger while she lowered herself to her knees, becoming face to face with your shredded skin. The woman began dabbing the gel onto your skin causing you to let out a small hiss from the pain.

Once she finished applying all of the gel she wiped the residue from her fingers onto her pant leg and grabbed the roll of gauze. Rhea cleared her throat before speaking up, “Just stay in here for a while, I can take you home after this match.”

“I’m perfectly capable of walking home by myself, Rhea.” You stated, watching Rhea carefully wrap the gauze around your waist.

“I’m walking you home and that’s final.” Rhea stood her ground, “Seriously though, just stay in here. I’ll be back.”

You weren’t planning on fighting about this with her, deciding to keep your mouth shut you let her take the win. “Fine, whatever.” You gave in as Rhea tied a knot in the gauze to hold it in place.

“Shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes.” Was all Rhea had said as she stood up. Nothing else left her lips as she exited the room.

No apology?

You groaned as you sat down in Rhea’s large chair. You blankly stared at the wall for several minutes before your mind started to wander. Exploring anything that popped into your head. Places, things, people, Rhea.

If you were being honest with yourself you were doubting the woman's ability to change her ways. You assumed she would most likely be this way her whole life, although you prayed she had it in herself to change. She had the potential to be great if she would put her pride aside.

It wasn't long until the cheers of the crowd on the opposite side of the door had started drowning out your thoughts.

You wanted to catch a glimpse of the madness. You stood up from the large chair, your feet scuffing the ground as you strolled to the door

You cracked the door open, taking a peek of the ring surrounded by a flock of rowdy men that were yelling. The large man you made eye contact with earlier was in the ring brutalizing a much smaller guy who couldn’t even be older than twenty-five. He was putting on one hell of a fight but it was clear he stood no chance.

Rhea was the only woman there, she was stood right against the ring watching intensely. She had caught your image in the corner of her eyes. Her face turned in your direction, she tilted her head as if she was asking you what the hell you were doing.

You mouthed the word sorry to her before quickly closing the door.

Fifteen excruciatingly boring minutes had passed, the cheers had dispersed into muffled conversations. Rhea had finally arrived back in her office. She seemed content which you enjoyed.

“You ready to go?” Rhea asked, you answered with a simple nod.

As the two of you made your way out of the building Rhea exchanged goodbyes with some of the strange men.

The entire walk was silent, the both of you reflecting on the weird night you had been through together. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, it was almost peaceful. Having Rhea in your presence when she was somewhat calm was pleasant. You wanted to hold onto this peacefulness for the rest of your life.

It took you by surprise when Rhea insisted on taking you directly to your door instead of just dropping you off in the front of the large building and ditching.

“You didn’t need to take me all the way up here.” You quietly mumbled as you unlocked the door to your apartment. “Lot’s of bad people around this time of night.” Rhea muttered as your door swung open.

You turned around to face the woman, her eyes peering over your head, scanning the entry of your apartment. “There’s bad people around all times of the day. I’m used to it.” You said quietly, her eyes returning to you.

An awkward silence filled the air as the both of you gazed upon each other. Rhea began rubbing her neck, “Uh…I should go. I’m gonna go.” She feebly stated before turning away from you, quickly walking down the hall. She had stormed off before you could even speak up.

Still no apology?

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Multiple days had passed. Rhea had made no contact yet. You spent a concerning amount of time just staring at Rhea’s contact in your phone, debating if you should press the call button. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

She’d call if she cared enough.

It felt as if life had paused, your days seemed empty. The busy streets of New York City felt devoid of any livelihood. The live music that took place at work sounded muffled. The flavor of your favorite foods had been stripped away. Once colorful flowers sold down at the street market now sat dull.

Days just painfully repeated.

Tonight you had the night off, your only plans were to stare out the window of your bedroom and pray for a text from Rhea.

You sat criss-cross at the edge of your bed twiddling your thumbs, your mind seemingly empty as you stared into the windows of the skyscraper across the street when the sound of a knock echoed down your short hall.

Groaning in annoyance as you got up you began making your way to the door, chewing the inside of your cheek as your feet shuffled below you.

You weren't sure who you were expecting to be in the hall but it completely caught you by surprise when you swung the door open to see the dark haired woman waiting for you.

Without a word Rhea launched herself onto your lips, the force causing you to be pushed back a few inches.

Jesus Christ.

This felt like more than just a kiss, it had an intense amount of passion intertwined into it. Rhea’s hands gripped onto your waist as you backed into the apartment, her foot kicking the door behind her closed.

She had never kissed you in this way before. Before tonight you had only received measly pecks while the two of you had sex. It was never emotional.

Rhea slowly pulled away from your lips, both of your breaths were heavy as she finally spoke, “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Finally.

“God, I’ve treated you like shit and I have been such a dick. It’s been the only thing on my mind. You don’t deserve that, It’s not okay.” Rhea began rambling as you stared into each other's eyes. “I get it if you never want to see me again but please just give me a chance, I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll get my temperament under control, I’ll go to therapy, whatever you say I will do it.”

“Rhea-” You whispered, trying to calm her down but she continued her rant.

“I want to know you, more than just your body. I wanna know everything, The good, the bad, the boring…I wanna know what pisses you off and what makes you cry. I don’t know why I kept you a stranger for so long and I’m sorry for that.”

You led Rhea into your small living room as you listened to her rambling. You took a seat in your chaiser lounge and ushered her to sit in front of you as her speech continued on. “I don’t know why I ran away…I think it's cause I didn't want to hurt you. But I did hurt you, so badly. I don’t want to run away anymore, I had no right to ever hurt you the way I did, just for me to leave you alone right after. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever done and I’ll never forgive myself for it. It’s just that I-”

“Rhea!” You slightly raised your voice causing Rhea to finally close her mouth. You leaned closer to her, placing a quick and gentle kiss on her lips. “You’re okay, don’t worry.” You comforted the woman, softly chuckling.

“I didn’t interrupt your night did I?” Rhea asked, slightly nervous as she scootched up closer to you. You shook your head no as a smile creeped on your face.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to end up in a heated makeout session, your hands roaming over one another's clothing. Rhea groaned your name against your lips before pulling back just a few centimeters.

“Please let me show you how sorry I am.” She practically pleaded, her eyes full of desperation, “Yes please” you quietly giggled, your eyes adoring the woman's face. The second Rhea heard the word yes echo from your mouth her lips went straight for your neck, causing a whimper to escape from you.

Rhea took her time as she kissed upon your neck, carefully leaving soft love bites every so often, marking the skin a flushed pink shade. Her lips only leaving your skin as she pulled off your sweater before she began peckering kisses against your collarbones.

Her hands crept behind your back, unclasping your bra and pulling it from your chest. Your fingers grazed upon Rhea’s tense shoulders as she left a path of kisses down your torso.

As Rhea’s face reached the base of your stomach, her eyes fixated on your face as if she was asking for your blessing. You gave her a nod before lifting your hips into the air, allowing her to slide your sweatpants off your legs.

“Rhea, please,” You whined out while Rhea’s fingers toyed with the seam of your panties. Rhea grinned to herself as she slowly shed the final layer of clothing off your body.

The woman wasted no time connecting her mouth to your heat, causing you to let out a breathy moan. “So fucking beautiful…” Rhea praised against your skin.

Truthfully, her tongue felt like heaven as it worked its way around your wetness. Rhea didn't want to rush you. This wasn't for her, she just wanted to make sure you knew she had the ability in her to change for the better.

Your breaths picked up their pace as Rhea’s hand inched its way closer to your core. Her ring and middle finger traced a circle around the perimeter of your entrance before slowly being pushed into you.

“Shit,” You whined out, your back arching as both Rhea’s tongue and digits worked their magic on you. Although you enjoyed roughhousing with the woman, you undoubtedly appreciated the amount of care Rhea was putting into you.

You were a whimpering mess under Rhea’s touch, and she loved every small sound that escaped from your mouth.

“More! Please, I can take it!” You begged for more of her. Rhea obliged, sliding her pointer finger into your tightness causing you to roll your eyes back as her fingers filled your insides.

“That’s it baby,” Rhea preached quietly when your hips began to rock against her fingers, your moans filling the room. “Such a good girl for me.” She added on before her tongue got back to sailing over your clit, her fingers picking up their pace.

Your legs tightened around Rhea’s head as your orgasm quickly approached. “C’mon sweet girl, let go.” Rhea’s encouraging words were muffled, your walls clenched around her curling fingers.

“Fuck Rhea!” You squealed out as the knot that filled your stomach released onto Rhea’s fingers. Your hips twitched into the air as the fingers inside of you helped you ride out your climax.

Rhea was grinning ear-to-ear as she slowly pulled her fingers out of your hole. She groaned in pleasure, licking her fingers clean.

She soon brought her face to meet yours, her plumped lips giving your jaw a kiss before whispering in your ear.

“How’s that for an apology, hm?”

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sooniebby · 11 months

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hi i love your work thank you for feeding the bottoms!!! may i request nanami kento and coworker reader staying after everyone's left the office cause only they were put on overtime and one thing leads to another and before he knows it, reader (ftm) finds himself bent over nanami's desk, his spotted tied wrapped tight around his wrists while nanami is balls deep in him

ఌ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

꧁ 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Smut 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚! ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

You knew Nanami wasn’t an overtime guy. The other coworkers kept blabbering about it to you ever since you joined the company. Nanami himself confirmed it but he didn’t really speak to you unless necessary. It led to you wondering if having overtime was that bad.

It was.

It really was. But Nanami didn’t seem that angry. Maybe because you were cockwarming but that must’ve been a coincidence. It really just happened out of no where. First you complained about the chairs being too uncomfortable.

Then, Nanami was telling you to keep quiet. He was angry earlier, having been forced to stay overtime with some random newbie. It really just escalated a bit until here you were, pussy stuffed with a thick cock.

“Nanami…”

“Sir.”

“Eh?” You tried to look back at Nanami but he forced you to face forward. His hand that held your waist went down to tug at your clit, earning a moan from you.

“Even if other people aren’t around, it’s still respectful to call me Sir.”

A scowl appeared on your lips. He really did have a kink for that stupid title. You and Nanami were dating, have been since you started working there, but it was more fun to act like you weren’t.

“I’ve been sitting on your cock for hours, Sir.”

“It’s only been thirty minutes.”

“That’s like ten hours for me. Please, just fuck me.”

Nanami hummed as if he was deep in thought. “Do you deserve it?”

“Please!! It hurts.” Your pussy had been clenching around Nanami the entire time his cock was inside. It wasn’t a shock that Nanami could enjoy this but you couldn’t. You wanted to get fucked now.

“You’re so whiny.” Nanami shook his head as he closed his laptop and moved it away. You felt him move around before he suddenly tied his usual spotted tie around you hands.

“Wha—?” You tried to ask what the tie was for but it left your mouth when he suddenly stood up and slammed you down on his desk. It hurt, it really fucking hurt but it also made your cunt clench down on his cock.

“At least you can say you lasted longer than the last time. What was your record? Ten minutes?” Nanami asked as he brutally began to thrust inside you. You couldn’t answer him, skin pressed up against the desk as your body shook against it.

Nanami usually eased into his harsh thrusts but he was merciless today. He gave you no time to breathe as he gripped your waist tightly to keep you in place for his thrusts.

“How long can you last now? Three minutes?”

A pitiful moan left your lips. Usually after some cockwarming, you only lasted a minute before cumming. It wasn’t your fault his cock felt so good.

His cock was long and thick, stretching you nicely. The sound of skin slapping and your pathetic cries filled the empty office. It hardly crossed your mind that someone could come inside and just see.

See Nanami Kento fuck his subordinate on the company’s desk.

It was a miracle the desk didn’t collapse from the harsh thrusts. You sometimes wondered how he could be so strong. Certainly felt impossible for him to pleasure you like this. His cock dragged against your wet walls, reaching places no other man (or dildo) ever reached.

“Sir… I’m close,” you cried, wishing you could turn around to face him. Nanami’s hand reached over and began to rub at your clit, causing you to scream out. You uselessly gripped at the desk for purchase, a way to ground yourself as you tried to fuck yourself on his cock.

A stray slap to your ass cheek brought a whine from you. Nanami’s grunting began to fill the room with your moans, indicating he was close to. He leaned down over your back and reached over to grasp your face.

He made you face him as he pulled you into a kiss, much more sweet compared to the sex. His final thrusts were harsh and fast, his cock throbbing against your walls. You came quickly, clenching down on his cock.

Hot wet cum filled your pussy as Nanami made sure to be in as deep as he could. He rarely came inside, not really liking the mess it made. You moaned in approval as he pulled away from you, his cock out as cum began to drip onto the floor.

You signed as you took off the tie, wanting to rest up before you heard the sound of a camera. With what little strength you had, you turned to face Nanami to see him hold his phone.

He simply slipped his phone back into his pocket. “I’m collecting memories.”

“Pervert.”

“Were you not the one that had a fantasy about fucking in an office?”

He was right about that. You only pouted and reached down to collect a little bit of the cum from your pussy. With eyes on you, watching your every move, you brought your cum coated fingers to your lips and licked them clean. You stared straight at him, a smirk on your lips when you noticed his cock twitching to life.

Nanami sighed. “I’m not as young as you.” He said but was still moving to push you down on the desk.

“Sir?” You teased, a smirk on your lips.

He didn’t answer as he grasped his cock to your cum filled pussy and began to thrust inside.

Maybe overtime wasn’t too bad…

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Nanami died two weeks later—anyway, thanks for the request! I love writing drabbles, get to practice my smut

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“Tell daddy you sorry”(request)

Stunna x BLACK!THICK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: toxic!stunna, daddy kink, rough sex, name calling, breeding kink(eh?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

SUMMARY:you fucked somebody else. Stunna ain’t too happy bout it.

Ps. This was (kinda) inspired by we cry together by Kendrick Lamar. I listen to that shit unironically and the ending of the song had me gasping when I first heard it so I had to make a lil drabble lmfao. Also I owed y’all a lil sumn before putting out these other requests and series.

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“Now tell daddy you sorry”

“Tell daddy you sorry for givin’ his pussy away” he repeated, his hips colliding into her with force as she whined pathetically, her hands pushing at his hips to keep him from going so deep. She felt defeated in this moment. Weak that not only did she let this nigga back into her house, but she let him back into HER.

Her soft eyes stared up at him, her mouth gaped open with a stupid look on her face, the golden chain he wore around his neck dangling above her, putting the girl in a trance like state with the help of his mad thrusts. One kiss to her lips and she was snapped out of it.

“Fuuuck! I hate you!”

“You do? This pussy looove me, though. Look how wet she is, baby” he says, delivering slow, deep strokes that had her mumbling incoherent words. She couldn’t even lie and say she wasn’t loving every bit of this shit. If she did, her hormones would have made it obvious that she was boldly lying through her teeth, and one thing about Stunna was that he hated a liar, especially a bad one.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and her back arched to the sky, the man getting satisfaction out of watching her try to break free from the death grip he had on her thighs. He was surely gonna leave a mark.

“now say sorry”

the logical thing for her to do was comply and do what he told her to do instead of being a brat and refusing again, and she would have said no anyway if her ass wasn’t already sore from the 10 strikings his hand gave her earlier.

“I- I’m so sorry, daddy!”

“You is?”

“Yesss!”

“This pussy mine?”

“Yes! yes! yes!” She chanted, her toes curling.

Stunna smirked. “Obviously he ain’t do a good job if you came back. You love me?”

“Yessss! Give it to me!” She cried, her nails scratching down his back as she took every single inch he gave to her. He spoke no words, just continued to do his damage, aiming for her sweet spot the entire time. The way he was fucking her, you could have sworn he hated her a little, shit, he might after tonight.

Her thighs felt like she had ran a mile, her body not getting time to calm down before another orgasm was upon her. In bliss, she was unaware of the turmoil she had set herself in just by fucking this man once again. And she’d do it again after this too.

“Shit!” He shouted, his jaw clenched as he gripped her thick thighs, bending them back to her chest. If she knew getting fucked this hard would take playing in his face, she would have been broken up with him and using somebodies son as a sex toy.

“Fuuuuck! Fuck me nigga!” she screamed before her voice became hushed, the man responding in harsh slaps to her ass.

“Imma fuck you bitch”

“Fuck meee!”

“Imma fuck you bitch”

They went back and forth till the woman’s legs began to shake violently, her pussy practically choking his dick, just how he wanted it.

“I don’t wanna see you with nobody else unless it’s the baby I put in you”

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penvisions · 10 months

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for the record {a joel miller oneshot}

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader, brief F!Reader x F!OC

Summary: The longer, more dangerous patrol routes around Jackson are designated to you and one Joel Miller. You both have an understanding with each other, talking wasn’t the biggest concern for either of you, but being confident in each other was. He wasn’t a bad friend in your scavenged life, but then again you were beginning to think you didn’t want to be just his friend...and that’s got you more than a little sexually frustrated.

Word Count: 6.3k (idk what happened, y’all)

Warnings: oh lord, okay: implied f/f attraction, implied f/f smut, use of sex toys, masturbation, language, pet names, p in v smut, sexual frustration, pining, mutual pining, reader is a hot mess, no use of y/n

A/N: okay, so this took a wildly different route than i anticipated? but i kinda like the way it turned out. I’m sure some scenes seem disconnected or the characterization doesn’t flow throughout but i got tired of reading and re-reading the entire thing and said ‘eh, it’s as good as it’ll get’. please let me know what y’all think?

Your hands released the hold they had on the lapels of his shirt, moving lower to rip open the snap buttons on his shirt to expose the top of his chest. He didn’t give you the chance to explore as he took your hands in his own and guided them to feel the hard length of him through his jeans. “This what you wanted, what had you so goddamn irritable all those weeks before?” He taunted in your ear, his warm breath on the side of your neck sending shivers down your spine. He twitched underneath your hands, and you felt your underwear dampen even more.

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“Ngh, it’s not working.” You whined pathetically, your body shaking on the bed. You were on your knees, face down on your pillows and turned to the side as your hands reached back to hold a pulsing toy to your center. The tingles you were feeling were almost what you wanted but they were weak, not building just fleeting jolts of pleasure teasing you. You felt like a fool with your ass canted in the air, knees spread to give you easier access to your folds, the toy gripped too tight in your hand. With a huff you let yourself crumple to the bed, the sheets making weird lumps underneath your form where it was bunched up from your fidgeting.

Your morning was not going the way you wanted at all…

“Would you shut up.” You couldn’t help the sharpness of your voice. You were so frustrated, everything getting on your nerves. Joel hadn’t meant to push you buttons but he just was. He was a decent friend, though he could be a better one to some people, to his family. He looked up from where he was tethering his horse to the post outside the barn. His gruff, no nonsense attitude getting on your nerves all throughout the day despite normally being able to work with the man. His offhand remark about needing to get home soon and the way he nearly rushed ahead of you with his horse finally being the last straw. As if he was the only one who had shit to do with the rest of his day.

He looked up from the worn leather in his hands to see you tying off your own horse before going over to the woman who watched over the horses with measured steps. He wasn’t sure what he said to illicit such words from you but he didn’t let them get to him, he could ignore you just as you had ignored him most of the day. It was a mutual clashing of gruff nature that happened from time to time.

The woman was listening to you talk about how you were worried about Peaches having stumbled over some rocks in the river you passed over on your patrol, suddenly nice and friendly after being surly and quiet the entire route. The woman was watching the way you brushed your hand over the neck of the horse, running your fingers through the mane to work out the tangles.

Joel took in the way your hands lingered over hers when she offered you a brush to work the bigger knots out. The bloom of color on the woman’s face had him looking to your face where a small, knowing smile had graced your lips. You leaned closer to her, bringing her had with the brush to where your other one was tangled in the horses mane, “There’s some tension right about….here.”

Joel was mesmerized by the way you were interacting with her, he had never seen you so forward. The flustered giggle from the woman who had your attention that sounded in the air was a good enough sign to shove off. The heat in your eyes another as he glanced at you one last time was another. He was struck by the way his mind supplied the word beautiful as he took in the way you filled out your tight jeans and simple white tank top, allowing for your tan to be seen by anyone around. Your hair was mused from beneath that damn wide brimmed hat you wore to keep the sun out of your face on patrol, the deep green of it looking good paired with your long curls pulled into a braid.

He walked off, trying not to let his gaze rove over you in a way that could be described as lingering.

A few hours later, after his shower and a small nap, as he sat on his porch with a cup of coffee. He was enjoying the quiet of the waning day, the sun beginning its descent toward the horizon when your front door opened just a few yards away. The woman from the stables lingered on the porch, her hands in her pockets as she spoke in a hushed tone. You were barely visible from his vantage, though he could see an arm leaning against the frame of the door and your long locks loose as you nodded before saying something that had the other girl blushing bright red before leaving. Once she was down the street and out of view you moved to sit in one of the chairs you had out on the porch.

You ran your hands roughly down your face, a deep sigh falling from your lips. You knew you should go back inside and put proper clothes on if you were going to be out here, anyone could walk by and see you in your sleep shorts and the bralette you had worn underneath your tank top earlier. Bruises from the day littered your skin, two newer ones blossomed red on your collarbone: a telltale sign of how you spent your afternoon.

You had managed to make sure one of you had a good time, the girl too inexperienced to return the favor. But she had been such a pretty little mess begging for your touch that it hadn’t been a complete failure. The pleasure from spending a few hours in bed with the woman simmered just beneath your skin, the breeze sweeping through the valley Jackson resided in bringing goosebumps out on your limbs.

You felt eyes on your form, and you turned to look at the house to your left, the one on the right had yet to be assigned to anyone. And of course, it was Joel Miller out on his porch, staring right at you. His hair was tousled from sleep, a lax air about him as he seemed to still be getting his bearings after his slumber.

He was in a t-shirt and sweatpants, the shirt trying its best to contain his arms as he cradled a steaming mug in his large hands. Not breaking eye contact, he brought the mug up to take a sip, his lips curling over the porcelain and catching your eye. You watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he lowered the mug to rest on a knee, his tongue peaking out to catch an errant drop of whatever he was drinking.

Before you could even register it, you were up out of your chair and making your way down the three steps to your porch. A bare foot had just stepped into the grass when the small figure of Ellie popped through the front door, a holler about dinner being ready loud from her as she brandished a wooden spoon at Joel. He tore his eyes from you, all his attention focused on his daughter as he stood.

Your eyes watched as he did so, the sweatpants doing either the devil or god’s work you weren’t sure. The thick fabric made his figure look broad, his thighs strong as he stood, the waistband was low on his hips. But it was the unmistakable bulge you had seen as he stood up that had made your mouth go dry and your skin buzz. With an embarrassed huff you turned on your heel and ran back into the safety of your house.

You could not believe you had just been about to jump Joel Miller. The man had been minding his own business on his own porch. In broad daylight. You needed to handle this, it was getting out of hand.

“Do you mind giving Joel a hand today? He needs-“ Tommy approached your spot in the dining hall, mug of steaming coffee in his hand and a loaded plate that he placed beside you.

“I do.” You cut off the chipper looking younger Miller man, not meaning to sound so mean towards him.

“Uh, well, I can’t help him today and-“

“Tommy, I can’t work with him today. You had me with him on patrol yesterday.”

“Did y’all get into a fight or somethin’? You’re normally so willing to help around where it’s needed and you two get along better than most.” He set down the fork he was using to eat with beside his plate before giving you his full, concerned attention. It was breakfast time in the dining hall, you had just walked in to get a couple fruits before disappearing for the day but had decided to sit at the absence of a particular older man.

“Just need the day to myself.”

“….everything okay?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You’ve just been…a little short with everyone lately.”

“Everything’s fine.” You stood abruptly as you spied a broad figure making its way to you and Tommy, not even thinking about how you hadn’t even touched your own plate yet. You scrambled over the bench seat and took off out the door before Joel even set his plate down on the other side of the table.

“Well, alright then.” He huffed as he settled in for his meal.

“What’d you do?”

“What the hell are you goin’ on about? I didn’t do a damn thing to that woman.”

Tommy watched his brother over his mug, bringing it up to take a sip from it. He watched the way Joel turned to watch your form disappear through the front door. Brows furrowed and a frown settling in place.

“She didn’t even let me finish asking her to help you out today before she was sayin’ no and then she saw you comin’ this way and took off. Something happen on patrol?”

“She was huffin’ and puffin’ all day but seemed fine once we were back in town. Chatted up the girl at the stables just fine.”

Tommy took a bite of his food, pensive. Joel stabbed his fork into his own food, it was way too early in the day to be dealing with whatever was going on you.

Neither brother saw you for a few days. You had traded the rest of the week’s patrols you’d been assigned in exchange for the coffee you hoarded in your cabinet. People willing to make the trade even if you didn’t give them reason as to why. You had holed up in your room, taken root in your bed and just wallowed. You were fully aware of how pathetic the whole situation was. But you couldn’t face Joel or the nice girl, Stella, from the stables.

The patrol this morning was early, early enough to avoid one of the people you were avoiding. Unfortunately, the trek to Teton village was one that select people were allotted. It was an overnight one, the longest and one of the most dangerous. You and Joel being the only people without time restrictions due to other responsibilities around the town. You were just finishing up saddling up the two horses and led them outside as Joel approached. As he made his way down the street, you mounted up, ready to get the day started. If he was surprised to see you or that you had done up his horse for him, he didn’t show it as he took the reigns you held out to him.

He nodded at you, his fingers brushing up against your own as he did so. You pulled your hand back as if you had been burned and clicked to get your horse moving.

“Hey, just wanted to check in with ya,” Joel looked over his shoulder toward you, your horse was trailing behind his. The morning was quiet, the sun had risen completely and the forest was quiet. “Normally you’ve gone on about somethin’ or other by now but you’ve been sulking. Somethin’ wrong?”

“Just don’t feel good.” Was your gruff answer, unwilling to entertain conversation. You didn’t know why he was so concerned, somedays it was just like this. Either he had too much on his mind or you did and there was an understanding about it. You didn’t expect him to direct his horse to stop, making you do the same. He turned a bit more to face you in his saddle, brows furrowed in worry. His big brown eyes held a little too much emotion as he gazed at you. Your body deciding to take whatever it could from him, and you felt yourself get slick at his attention.

“You can tell me what it is, maybe I can-“

“It’s girl stuff, leave me alone.” You clicked to signal your horse into movement, going around him and continuing on your way. You shifted in the saddle, the friction of the seam of your jeans making you feel a little crazed and you tried to adjust.

The rest of the ride up to the cabin had been going okay… until a group of four raiders has decided to ambush you and Joel. It had been a quiet moment, just trekking through the woods when a shot rang out and your horse began bucking. You had tried to keep balance, but the creature was hurt and panicked. When you had tried to climb down you had been tossed a bit. You hadn’t been off the horse for a second before two men had come out from the trees and grabbed you, two more going for Joel on his horse. You had tried not to scream, but you were positive terror had taken over you as their hands had gripped you in places they had no business touching under the guise of retraining you.

He had killed every one of them, in such a quick and efficient way. His chest had been heaving with his actions, arms roped in veins where you could see the skin of his forearms, his hands clutched tight over the handle of a blade and a gun. His hair had gotten wild, waves that would surely turn into curls if it were longer in disarray from someone trying to choke him out. There was blood splatter along his neck and up on his cheek and you practically flinched when he placed the weapons back where they belonged on his person and leaned down a bit to reach a hand to you.

“Don’t- don’t touch me.” You stuttered as you backed up, palms up to keep him at bay. You were past anger and frustration, it was only ever going to get you so far. You were feeling desperation crawl like ice through your veins. The only thing that would bring warmth back to you was his touch, but it would light a fire in you that you weren’t sure you were strong enough to fight off.

“What are you goin’ on about? You afraid of me now?” He stayed where he was but brought his hand back to rest on his hip. “You seen me in action before.”

Maybe it was the way his eyes were dark in the shade of the tree canopy or the thrill of having taken out a threat. Maybe it was the way he always looked so goddamn good up on a horse, his thick thighs looking strong and sturdy as he guided the animal across the terrain. Maybe it was the way he was standing, one leg slightly popped out, hands on his hips and head canted down to gaze at you, an eyebrow raised in a slightly teasing manner.

Maybe it was the way you were on the ground, hands holding you up as your legs were spread out before you from your fall. Chest pushed out slightly from your shoulders holding you up, heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You felt desire hot in your entire body as you stared up at his broad form, his shadow falling over you. You licked your lips and were about to tell him off again but something flared in his eyes and-

“I’m not afraid of you, I wanna fuck you!” The words rushed out of your mouth before you could even think.

Joel didn’t say anything, he just continued to stare at you. You were sure your face was flushed a deep crimson; it was certainly burning enough to be. Your skin was alight, your entire body humming as the words had crawled their way from where they had dug themselves deep in your middle, had been consuming you from the inside out. They had been fleeting before but decided to make you their new home and filled every nook and cranny of your body, not giving you a moment of rest since they had solidified. You don’t know how long they had been forming but you didn’t really want to find out how long they had been whispering over your skin, your mind.

When he finally moved, you flinched. Even though he walked away from you and mounted his horse, your body pressed further into the dirt. He didn’t so much as glance at you as he guided his horse back the way you had just come, abandoning the rest of the patrol as he headed back toward town.

“Where the fuck have you been?!” Tommy’s voice was booming as the man descended from where he had been keeping watch atop the gate as you entered through back into the safety of town. “I’ve been waiting for you all fuckin’ day since my dumbass brother got back! He made it seem like the raiders got you.”

You were quiet, gently walking beside the injured horse and guiding it back to the stables. You felt completely rejected. You had been left on the fucking ground after being ambushed. Injured in more ways that just physical, you ignored the frantic panic of the man following after you, demanding answers from you. And you knew it was petty, you knew it was unprofessional, but you couldn’t help it. You were shutting down, back to how you had been when you first arrived. It was better to be alone. You’d learned your lesson.

“Are you gonna answer me? You both broke protocol and scared the shit out of everyone! Please just say something, anything!”

“Finished patrol. Ran into raiders two miles from the cabin. Your brother got injured and turned back. I cleared the cabin, there were a few infected. Took longer traveling because Peaches is injured. I’ll fill out a report.”

“He said you got thrown off your horse and they dragged you away. Said he tried everything but had to come back.”

“If that’s what he said happened, then that’s what happened.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Your brother is a piece of fucking work, do not put me with him again. So help me, I’ll pack up and leave if you make me work with him in any capacity from here on out.”

You could tell your harsh words stunned him; he had stopped in his efforts to follow your gaited movements. You continued on to the stables. You explained in clipped words to Stella what had happened to Peaches, ignoring the way her eyes were lingering on you and her hands kept brushing against your own.

You stalked away from the interaction, legs heavy and your entire back hurting from where you had landed after your sudden dismount. You could tell your whole left side was already bruised, scrapes having bled into the fabric of your flannel and stained it for anyone to see. You pulled your hat lower over your brow when you spotted an all too familiar figure on the porch of the house next to yours.

You felt a heavy gaze follow you as you passed the house and made it up the short walkway to your porch. Your foot faltered as you picked it up to ascend the few steps leading up to your own porch and front door. Your foot didn’t land, the front of your boot collided with the step and your body fell forward.

You couldn’t help the pained yelp that pushed itself from your throat as your back pulled from the effort to throw your hands out to catch yourself.

You don’t know how he managed to close the distance so quickly or why, but Joel was suddenly hovering over you, hands helping to hold you up. His fingers were spread wide to not put too much pressure on any one spot, he had seen the blood and dirt marring you the second the commotion had stopped earlier on the trail.

“Leave me alone.” You pushed his hands from you, ignoring the way they sparked electricity on your skin over where they rested on your shirt. You stood back up, leaning heavily on the railing and practically pulled yourself up the steps.

“Look-“

“I said leave me alone. You made it clear how you feel when you left me on the fucking trail.” You moved as fast as your body would allow you up the steps and through the front door. You slammed it in the pinched face of one Joel Miller without a second thought. You leaned back on it, chest heaving as you realized tears had sprung up once again. A sob wracked your body and you brought your hands up to cover your mouth as more followed.

You didn’t just want him to fuck you. You wanted him.

You were put on different patrol rotations, Tommy taking the longer and more difficult routes you had fallen into with his older brother again. You were paired with younger people, those who were new to patrol, or had less experience and needed to be with someone who could make better decisions. It was easy to go into training mode and give them the run down, tell them the way things need to be done and why. It didn’t give you time or energy to think about anything else. That happened when you were safely back at home in the confines of your room.

Stella, bless her heart, still lingered when it came to you, her smiles quick and her voice chipper. But you just returned her attention with polite smiles and tips of your hat. It was late, the sun dipping down below the horizon as you closed off Peaches pen, who had made a full recovery from a few weeks ago.

While a sigh, you directed your route toward the center of town. You hadn’t been out in weeks, opting to keep to yourself if you weren’t on patrol. The help you had been lending to the Miller brothers and their building had ceased. Neither of them had confronted you, Maria had dropped by a few times to check on you. You had been cordial, offering her coffee it was the morning or dinner if it was the evening. She seemed content to just share the space with you, taking what you could give even if you were quiet or only made small talk concerning those you were training.

A drink sounded nice tonight, maybe a meal you hadn’t made yourself.

An hour later you were pleasantly tipsy and dancing in the arms of one of the younger patrolmen. He had nervously asked if you could teach him some steps to impress the girl he had his eye on and the alcohol in your system had you saying yes before you could think better of it.

A few songs later and you were pulling Stella from where she was at a table with her friends up into your arms and guiding her through some faster steps. She was all giddy laughter, bright smiles, and wandering hands. You leaned in close and murmured apologies to her and asked if she was okay with just being friends, genuinely apologetic for how you had been treating her. With a parting kiss to her cheek, you set her back with her friends and took off toward the door.

You settled on the bench that was a little ways from the door and pulled a rolled cigarette from where it was tucked into the ribbon that wound around the base of your hat. You lit it and took a long drag, unaware of the door opening behind you. You were so lost in thought that you nearly jumped out of your skin when someone plopped down beside you, their knee knocking into your own.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Nah, just me. But you’d think I’d be the devil with the way you been ignoring me”

No. No no no. Not that voice, that deliciously low southern drawl. The cigarette fell from between your fingers, landing on your thigh to burn a hole through the denim and smart your skin.

“Fuck!” You scrambled up, brushing frantically at the singed fabric to get the heat out. The liquor decided at that precise moment to take you over from pleasantly tipsy to uncoordinated tipsy and you stumbled over your feet. You landed hard on your ass, hat falling to the dirt beside you. When you looked up, Joel Miller was staring at you with an amused smile. It was a soft look on him, his eyes glittering in the lights hung up around the square as he looked down from where he remained on the bench.

Embarrassment flared hot over your face, the scene too close to the last time you had really interacted with the man. But this time he wasn’t borderline glaring at you. He was casual, relaxed, surely he was tipsy too. To be interacting with you, to be so easy going with you. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, if he hadn’t been tucking tail to run at the sight of you, you were doing so when you noticed him.

“I’ll walk you home, was callin’ it a night anyway.” He seemed to temper for a moment, brow furrowing as he contemplated his next words. “My entertainment for the night decided it was time for the show to end.”

Your waning flush darkened again, at the insinuation that he had been watching you dance the whole night. You don’t know what compelled you to take his hand when he offered it to you this time, as he stood from the bench and leaned over your still fallen form.

Maybe it was the way he was trying, the way he was talking as if nothing had happened, that you hadn’t totally ruined the tolerance boarding on friendly acquaintance you both had found in each other since day one. Maybe it was the way he picked up your hat and placed it gently back on your head, because he knew how important it was to you. Or the way that his hand was so warm as it clasped over your own.

Maybe it was the way that this is how things went with you, someone did something stupid or fucked up in the heat of the moment and it wasn’t talked about after some time and things went back to being okay.

Maybe it was in the way it seemed he almost missed you, or the way that you certainly had missed him.

“Stubborn girl, let me help you.” His voice had turned husky as he closed you in between his broad chest and the door. His warm hands came up and wrapped around your trembling ones, taking the keys from you with ease. He leaned forward a bit more, his hips connecting with your backside as he unlocked the door. He didn’t turn the knob or go to push it open, just breathing in the scent of honey and vanilla that mingled with the twang of whiskey on your skin.

“It didn’t bother me, what you said.” He seemed hesitant to bring the event of all those weeks ago from the middle of summer to the present. It wasn’t how either of you dealt with things, opting to push things deep down and ignore them until they didn’t really matter in the face of everyday issues. His hands were clenching in a pattern at his sides, his tick for when he was nervous. “For the record.”

“Figured you didn’t want me around because it did bother you, that way you didn’t have to deal with me anymore. You made it clear you don’t feel any way about me.”

“Is that why you been ignorin’ me?” Joel’s smoldering gaze watched as you lifted the hat to rest on a hook by the door, there was something behind his eyes you couldn’t quit make out when you turned back around to face him. “Because that’s not the case and you know it. You’re one of the only people in this town that doesn’t make me feel pushed or pressured to be anything. You let me just be me, even if I’m not the best a lot of the time.”

“Leave me alone,” The same last words you had spit at him all those weeks ago fell from your lips again unbidden. You weren’t even sure if you meant them anymore. But if you repeated them, maybe he would realize you meant the opposite. You didn’t intend for your voice to lilt the way that it did but of course he caught onto it. The way you didn’t deny anything he just confessed to you. It made him feel a little brave, it made him take a step closer to you. You mirrored his movement, your body crowding the back of the couch.

“You weren’t the only one with who was frustrated, darlin’. Had to see you take that poor girl to bed only to get nothin’ out of it.”

A weird whine sounded from you as his words brought the frustration of not being to find release for weeks now back to the forefront of your mind. Your skin buzzing with the intention behind his words.

Maybe it was the liquor in his system or the liquor in yours, but the room became charged almost as if a switch had been flipped now that you both understood the other. Your eyes dilated at the move he had taken toward you, your tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip. He took another step and felt himself harden completely in his jeans as his nerves lit up. You weren’t really telling him to leave, and he really wanted to find out what you tasted like after all this time.

“Well would you look at that, you went from all riled up to whinin’ in two seconds flat.”

“Shu-shut up!”

“Oh darlin’, you’re all bark and no bite right now.” To emphasize his point he leaned over you and placed his hands atop the back of the couch, caging your body between him and the piece of furniture. You didn’t move an inch, every muscle in your body locked up as the heat of him standing so close. The smell of him so close. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you were sure he could hear it in the quiet of your living room if the soft grin on his face was any indication.

Your eyes were trained on his own, the taunting glint you saw had you moving before you even realized.

Your hands shot out to grip the lapels of his damned, snug denim shirt and you pulled him down enough to sink your teeth underneath his jawline. He let out a guttural moan as his hands flew to grip the flare of your hips tight, body pressing into yours and pinning you to the back of the couch from the waist down. You soothed the bite with the flat of your tongue before moving sucking kisses down the column of his throat. Your hands released the hold they had on the lapels of his shirt, moving lower to rip open the snap buttons on his shirt to expose the top of his chest.

He didn’t give you the chance to explore as he took your hands in his own and guided them to feel the hard length of him through his jeans.

“This what you wanted, what had you so goddamn irritable all those weeks before?” He taunted in your ear, his warm breath on the side of your neck sending shivers down your spine. He twitched underneath your hands, and you felt your underwear dampen even more.

You could only nod as you captured his lips with your own in a desperate, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue tasted of whiskey as he licked into your mouth. Your hands quickly relieved him of his belt, the clinking of it drowned out by the heavy breaths…

“F-uck…you’re takin’ me so well,” He used the momentum of resting his forearms down by your head to grind his hips into you. The head of his cock sent a cascade of white pleasure over you as it stimulated your g-spot.

“’m close, Joel, please.” You begged, you begged for the release that was so close, that was coiled so tight in your middle it was bringing tears to the corners of your eyes. He continued to grind into you, his lips coming to press sucking kisses along your collarbone. He bit down hard and it sent you over the edge as the pain sparked low in your core. Your muscles tensed, you could feel yourself clenching him tightly where he moved inside you, working you through your orgasm. A stuttered sound rumbled deep in his chest as his grinding turned into fast, hard thrusts.

He hauled you up, bringing your blissed out form flush against his chest as he sat up on his knees. You whimpered as you felt another orgasm build at an alarming rate. You clenched your knees around his waist and moved down against him, chasing it as he continued to chase his own. His hands were on your hips almost painfully tight, where he helped to pull you down as he thrust up into you. The sound of skin on skin was loud in the room, the bed frame creaking as you both took what you needed from each other.

“C’mon, give me another, sweet girl,” He curled his arms underneath your armpits to rest his palms on your shoulders and used them to bring your hips down to meet his with even more delicious friction.

“Haah, Joel, I- I can’t.” You dug your nails into his own shoulders, pulling a growl from him as the feeling went straight to his cock buried deep inside you.

“You were so desperate for it for so long, yes you can, give it to me sweet girl,” He snaked a hand down to rub two fingers over your clit in small circles. You choked on a moan that ripped from your throat as white spots danced across your vision. The clench of your third orgasm milking Joel’s out of him. His hips stuttered as hot ropes of his release filled you up, some of it dribbling down his length where it began to leak out of you.

He moaned at the sight, resting his forehead against yours as you both panted.

An alarm blaring had you beginning to stir, the sheets tangling around you as you twisted to reach for the clock on the bedside table. When you flopped back on the bed facing away from it, your bleary eyes feel on the already awake form of Joel. His eyes were serious as he watched you settle back into the bed. He almost looked wrecked and that had you shooting up on your arms and moving as close to him as possible.

“What’s wrong?” You brought your hands to cradle his face, fingers brushing underneath his conflicted eyes.

“You were still on the ground and I just… I just fuckin’ left you there without a word.”

You felt your chest thud at the pain of the memory, the one that plagued your restless nights as summer had droned on and waned. It had faded to a facet of life, something that had once happened. Sometimes it was heavier than others.

“…it wasn’t the best reaction.”

“That’s one of the worst things I’ve done since comin’ here.” He confessed into the crook of your neck where he had buried his head. You just tightened your arms around him, comforting him as he worked through it. His voice cracked on his next words. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry, I’ll carry that with me until I die.”

You both laid there, wrapped up in each other and whispered words of apology to each other. For the things you’ve done to each other to the things that have happened to each other. Comfort turned into promises and promises turned into kisses.

After getting showered and dressed, you walked to the stables together. Sharing a thermos of hot coffee, the steam rising to keep your faces warm in the face of approaching autumn. You were mid laugh when Joel raised his hands to cradle your face and pepper kisses over your face, stopping right there in the middle of the street in the early morning. Chuckles in between kisses had your heart racing in your chest.

When you both rounded the side of the stables there were already two horses saddled and a waiting Tommy at the gate to the outside pen beside it. He crossed his arms and walked passed you two with a simple, “Y’all are fuckin’ idiots. You know that?”

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tomakoshark · 1 year

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Man, I can't hold it in any longer. Every time this card pops up, I just have the strongest urge to LAY ON HIM.

His pose is literally so inviting. Like legs open, leaning back. I just want to lay in between his legs and nuzzle my face into his stomach while I hug him.

And I mean, man's got some handcuffs on, I can think of a few other things I could do while I'm there,,,,,,

Just imagine him laying like that often, casually and innocently, minding his own business. And then you just happen to come up, target insight.

Small Fic Below, Male Reader x Leviathan

Just some poorly written kissing and fluff, kind of suggestive

I would've made it spicier/spicy, but I don't think I'm good enough at writing to do that yet eheheh

And just … Oh how he sat there. So comfortable, in a position so inviting. In a way, looking so confident. Even his quick glare has you transfixed, rendering you with a want to do nothing more than to advance.

Stepping closer towards him, he shoots you another brief glance, too absorbed in his switch to properly acknowledge you. Encroaching further into his personal space, you finally plop down in front of him, startling the poor demon as he suddenly pauses his game. “Wha- MC! What are you-?” Before he could finish his question, you crawl a little closer, knees finding their way in the little spot between his legs. Your hands now on each side of him, trapping him in his place. “Ah- M-MC, I don’t know what normie tactic this is b-but- eh!?”

Putting the rest of your weight onto Levi, you nuzzle your face into his abdomen, too absorbed into the warmth of his body and just … how soft he is to care about his current state.

Which is panic. But, a good type of panic? Is it a good type of panic? Should he be happy about this?

He can’t help but feel his face get warmer, his heart beating out of his chest but … this is nice. Unsure about what to do next, or whether he should move, he stiffens further as he feels your arms snake their way around him. Finding purchase around his back, your hands pressed against him and, ah- are, are you tracing patterns on him?!

‘This is it Levi, this is the way you die, by the hands of a normie and in your own bedroom!’ Though, it is really nice. To have you to himself, your breath slow and steady, warm on his chest. The weight of your body, like one of the best blankets in the three realms. And the feeling of your fingers on his skin, which even through his shirt feels … heavenly. He’s calm now, breathing syncing up to yours, his muscles relaxing. And he can’t help but stare.

It was as if he was an angel all over again. Enamored by your presence alone, he finds his hand moving. Ever so slowly, cautious, not wanting to ruin this time with you. Shaking slightly, his fingertips finally reach your head, gently, as though you were the most fragile thing to exist. Lost in this moment, he let his hand wander along with his mind. Stroking your head softly, feeling your hair transition into skin as his fingers began to trace patterns of their own onto your neck. Traveling trails unknown to anyone but him, further onto your back.

That is until you move, picking your head up to rest your chin on him instead. Eyes locking with his. And your smile, small and gentle, pulling at his heartstrings and increasing his now growing anxiety.

‘You’ve done it now Levi, you idiot! Pathetic, stupid otaku, thinking you have a chance with him! Ah- he must think I’m a freak, I have to-’ “Ah- I’m sorry! I shouldn't have touched you! I-” “Levi, it’s okay.” You assure him, giving his waist a squeeze for comfort as a small chuckle escapes your lips. “Are you sure, I stopped paying attention. Ah- to my hand that is, you were just so comforting, a-and warm and … cozy. I-I …” Having pushed yourself off his chest, your face was now hovering only a few inches away from his, the smile on your face impossible to hide.

“M-MC.” “I liked it, Levi. You don’t have to apologize. I like feeling your touch, getting to lay on you, be with you. It’s nice.” His face was covered in a deep blush as his eyes found any other thing in the room to glance at. Meeting your gaze, right now, he might combust. “Levi?” ‘Oh shit.’ Your eyes locked again, the call of his name drawing him back to you. And he can feel it, his heart beating faster, his hands becoming clammier. “You enjoyed yourself didn’t you?” ‘Fuck.’ “Of course I did, th-though not in a weird way, or anything, just-” ‘You’re losing it Levi, control yourself for fucks sake!’

Closing his eyes he took a deep breath to ground himself before meeting your stare. Determination filling his eyes. “I liked touching you- ah I mean, holding you! I just, I don't want to make you uncomfortable…” Slipping a hand up to caress his face, skin warm against your fingertips, you give him another smile. Same as the last but serene, enough to put him at ease. “You’re not going to make me uncomfortable, though I appreciate it. For a demon you have a soft heart…”

You slowly inch closer to him, at least he thinks you do. His chest is getting tighter, however, he’s just as calm again as he was earlier. Eyes flickering from yours to your lips and back once more, the doubt in his mind leaving as quick as it entered. Your lips were soft, softer than he could have imagined. Eyes closed, softly caressing each other's faces, he felt as though he could stay there forever. You and him, sharing this moment throughout time and space, nothing getting in the way, nothing stopping you two from being together. He’d like that, and so would you, but good things must always end. Of course only to begin again, as he chases your lips, stealing as much as he can while you pull away.

And even as you stare into each other’s eyes, breathing regulating and the moment fleeting, he can’t help but feel as though it’s still just the two of you in existence. “MC?” “Mhm?” “Could we … Will you stay here? With me?” You take in the sight before you. Levi, with blown out eyes and cheeks as red as a sunburn. A longing look on his face hopeful for your answer. For something more. Confidence seemingly radiating out from him, compared to his usual self, he appears bold. Still cautious, but bold. It’s a nice look on him.

“Of course I’ll stay.” You lean down and give him another kiss, savoring the way his lips mold to yours, moving in time together like a dance. Pulling away again you hear a huff of slight annoyance coming from the demon below. You can’t help but smirk. “We can continue if you want. I mean with the cuddling, unless you want to-ah!” And with one fell swoop he rolled the two of you over, an embarrassed expression on his face. Slight worry and longing knitted into his eyebrows as he scanned your features. He wanted to make sure he was right, that you wanted him too. “I want to continue, more than cuddling …”

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sixosix · 2 years

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kuroo tetsurou: good luck charm

fem!reader, kuroo is pathetic and whipped, your kisses are his good luck charms :) unless it’s on the lips; in that case, he will not function properly, wc 2.1k

“just let y/n give kuroo a kiss on the cheek,” says nekoma teammate, “it works wonders.”

kuroo steps out of the bus, yawning with his mouth open wide. he spots karasuno’s bus from the corner of his eye, and smiles fondly -- before it falls, his expression mixing into something more curious.

someone steps out from behind daichi; someone who kuroo has never seen before.

it was only a quick glance but kuroo took one look at you and thought: huh, today must be a pretty good day.

and, as if struck by a charm, it was.

“karasuno’s manager is pretty cute, isn’t she?”

kuroo pulls his shirt back on, grimacing at the sweat clinging to his back. he looks around for his towel, wondering where the hell he had dropped it; kenma walks past and throws it on his face, before returning back to his game. kuroo mutters his thanks.

“eh? kiyoko-san? obviously! we already talked about her!” kuroo sometimes wishes yamamoto has an off button.

“no, no. the new one!”

“there’s a new one!?”

kuroo sniffs, not bothering to look up. “if you have time to chit chat i’m sure you have time to practice a few more rounds, don’t you think?”

he smiles to himself, pleased, as his teammates cower and resume conversations, though at a lower volume. they had just finished rounds and rounds of practice matches with karasuno -- that damn chibi-chan with his damn stamina!!!! -- so of course they know kuroo wouldn’t dare.

however, kuroo would dare bring yaku in, and they didn’t want that to happen, dear god no. heavens no.

he strolls to where the water bottles are, and sees his good friend (that he obviously doesn’t want to throttle to the ground with a volleyball on and off-court) daichi talking to some girl he recognized hopping off the bus and standing next to the ‘kiyoko-san’ yamamoto and tanaka keeps babbling about. the new manager, kuroo thinks to himself.

he was very pleased to note it was the pretty girl he caught a glimpse of earlier.

maybe it really is a good day today.

“daichi, you didn’t tell me he was hot!” you fume. kuroo is immediately intrigued by the topic of this conversation.

“i wasn’t aware i had to inform you,” daichi says, blank-faced.

“you should’ve!” you snap, though there’s no real malice to it. daichi grunts when you smack his back. surprisingly, kuroo watches as daichi doesn’t smack you back. “you’ve told me all these sexy stories about him and expect me to act normal when i finally see his face? damn you. bastard.”

daichi groans, defeated by absolutely nothing -- disgust, probably. “i have not been telling you anything remotely close to that. you’re the one who has a huge crush on someone you haven’t met.”

you gasp. “now--”

“now, daichi,” kuroo muses, almost chuckling when you flinch and when daichi’s shoulders slump further. “that’s a bit cruel, isn’t it? a little hope wouldn’t hurt.”

“if it isn’t false hope,” daichi murmurs, looking at kuroo like he knows that kuroo tripped over his smooth floor last night. “maybe i don’t have to worry about that.”

“creepy,” kuroo comments, laughing when daichi huffs at him, all lighthearted banter that’s familiar for the two captains. you, however--

kuroo smiles, though it's much more pleasant than what he usually flashes at the rival captain. “nice to meet you. new manager?”

you nod stiffly, almost uncomfortable. kuroo takes a mindful step back to give you more space. crap, he winces, i didn’t even realize i was too close. don’t be a creep.

“yeah.” it was almost as if he was just imagining your nerves, because then you shoot him a grin that’s way too smug and bright. it mirrors his. “it’s an honor to meet nekoma’s captain, kuroo tetsurou. i have fun watching your team play.”

kuroo feels himself burst with pride. you sure know the way to a man’s heart. “not everyone has the pleasure, that’s true.”

daichi slips away, unnoticed.

his eyes lower to something more mischievous, toeing the line. “it’s a little unfair you know my name, but all i know from you is a pretty face who seems to have a little crush on one of the boys here.”

you falter, that's one thing kuroo knows for sure, but instead of turning all shy and nervous, you laugh -- and wow the sky is really blue today. he might just walk home everyday if the weather’s this nice. if the air is this fresh. if your smile is this pretty.

what? stupid, you just met.

“l/n y/n.”

kuroo can’t bring himself to look away anyway.

“it’s nice to meet you, l/n.” it really is. the wedding bells ring somewhere far back in his head -- which is. weird. he watches your back when you nip on over back to your team.

has his chest always felt this light? kuroo shrugs. he’ll use this to his advantage for the next round then.

So, how did it go with y/n?

kuroo was expecting a lot of things. he was expecting a bit more relaxation -- it’s saturday, for fucks sake -- and maybe coaxing kenma into playing with him. he’d have to be sneaky with kenma, or else he’s the one who’ll end up with a joystick in his hands. it’s a hit or miss with his best friend.

he does not expect to trip over nothing seeing daichi’s text. it’s smooth floorboards, how the hell is he tripping?

[kuroo 7:28] good morning

[kuroo 7:28] what the fuck

[kuroo 7:29] Σ(;Φ ω Φ)

[daichi 7:30] She seems really happy. don’t distract her too much though, she’s still OUR manager. don’t get any ideas.

[kuroo 7:30] it was nice. i think she likes me lol. u better watch out

[kuroo 7:32] wait what the hell ar eyou talking abouth again????

[daichi 7:35] You think i don’t know?

[daichi 7:36] Oh, wait. Sorry.

[daichi 7:36] Were you planning to keep it a secret?

“i’m pretty sure i’m the one who doesn’t know,” kuroo grumbles, shoving breakfast in his mouth.

[kuroo 7:36] stop it what;;;; can u tell me whats going on first

[kuroo 7:40] WHAT

[kuroo 7:40] YOU THINK WE’RE FUCKING DATING????????

[kuroo 7:40] SAWAMURA

[kuroo 7:46] DUDE. ITS BEEN A DAY

[kuroo 7:50] COME BACK AND FUCKING EXPLAIN

[daichi 8:00] Sorry for assuming

[kuroo 8:00] doesn’t she have the hots for someone rn?????? dont weird her out away from me i rlly like her

[daichi 8:05] For someone so smart you are an idiot

[kuroo 8:06] HOYL SHIT

when it’s revealed that your crush is indeed no one other than kuroo, he wasted no time in sweeping you away (read: asking you out before anyone else gets any ideas) and wooing you with his charms (read: failing and being pathetic in front of you, which you found endearing).

(however, he does not let you live down the fact that you called him sexy and hot multiple times. if weaponized correctly, you end up a flustered puddle and he rides that high for weeks.)

it’s bliss, kuroo thinks. sometimes he wonders what he did in his past life to deserve you. not someone like you, but l/n y/n.

it is a tad awkward that karasuno’s manager is dating the captain of their deep-rooted, long-established, everything-volleyball-related rival, but you two make it work. kuroo reluctantly agreed he’ll let you cheer for karasuno when they’re going against each other, i guessssss :/

but what really takes the cake is when schools -- including karasuno; including you -- come over for practice matches and you wish him luck before rounds -- unless he’s showing daichi who’s boss. you usually do it for him, though.

“tetsurou!!!”

it’s as if his body is wired to respond to you instantly, no hesitation. kuroo looks up, grinning lazily as you jog up to him.

some players look his way, watching you with some awe on their stupid boy faces. kuroo, with smug satisfaction, watches their stupid boy faces fall when he pulls you by the waist to keep you close.

“pretty girl,” he says in lieu of a greeting. it’s always true, with you. one look your way -- pretty, pretty, pretty.

“dumbass,” you greet back, grinning so brightly he can’t even bring himself to feign anger. as if he can ever be mad at you no matter how hard he tried. “against dateko, huh? sounds fun.”

he shrugs, tapping his fingers on your back. “won’t be for them if it’s a clean victory.”

“it’s a practice match, chill.” but you laugh nonetheless, elbowing his side. “karasuno’s starting soon so i’ll head over there in a sec. just wanted to say hi.”

kuroo makes a show of pouting. “can’t even excuse yourself one time? for me? what am i to you, babe?”

“no,” you say, and he stumbles back as if struck by an arrow. “i want to watch shouyou-kun’s new quick! you’ve seen it, right? pretty cool, right?” kuroo huffs but smiles and nods anyway -- any sane person on earth is impressed by that freak duo. “not as cool as you, of course.”

it’s a beautiful day today. “damn right.”

“captain! kuroo! tetsu! rou!”

kuroo inwardly groans.

you laugh, waving at yaku and inuoka. “that’s your cue, captain.” he loves it when you call him that. “beat their asses, okay?”

“of course i will.”

you curl your fingers on his shirt, then abruptly pull him down for your lips to meet his cheek. kuroo’s soul and mind descend into a series of frantic keysmashes, mouth agape like a fish out of water.

“meet me after the match if you win!” you say.

nekoma wins.

kuroo does not let it go.

every time, without fail, he makes you kiss him on the cheek, and then he is filled with determination, enough to make him do his best -- which usually leads to rounds easily won.

there is no scientific reason, no matter how much his friends insisted there was. kuroo simply went to court happier than he was pre-kiss; oftentimes, playing a game you’re meant to enjoy leaves less stress when you enter with a bounce on your step immediately.

you truly did not mean for it to turn out this way, though.

“y/n.”

“hm.”

“y/n.”

“i’m busy, tetsu.”

“you’ve reviewed the same worksheet twice!”

“i’m double-checking!”

kuroo shakes his head. “i have a match later.” his pleading eyes is almost as cute as a cat’s if he wasn’t such a little shit. “please?”

“no. you’re getting too spoiled.”

“y/n!!! i’m not, i promise!!!”

yaku sniffs, judging him silently with just a look in his eye. “do you really need to do this every time?”

kuroo grins slyly, waggling his eyebrows, caging you on your seat from behind with his arms on either edge of your desk. you are a tad fascinated by how his hand almost swallows yours whole. “it’s tradition. it ain’t my fault you don’t have a cute girlfriend cheering you on.”

“fuck you.”

you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you, finally looking up from your notebook. “does everyone actually believe him that it works?”

“it’s true, in a way.” yaku shrugs, glaring sternly at the now-sheepish captain. “he made us lose one round because he was too busy worrying about his girlfriend sick at home.”

he gapes. “you told me you wouldn’t snitch!”

“i didn’t promise anything.” yaku then makes a gesture with a finger -- hold on, it means -- and answers his phone. “kenma is missing!” the speakers say, then something else about a walking-fluff-of-orange stealing him away. you and kuroo look at each other.

“well,” yaku ends the call without another word, grinning at you, “see you when we celebrate,” yaku winks, ignoring kuroo’s hostile hiss.

“good luck out there, yaku-san~!” you call out; he gives a single wave in response.

when you turn to your boyfriend, he’s still looking like a cat that’s been sprayed with water.

“tetsurou,” you say; it’s effective when snapping him out of it, “have fun, okay? don’t let the coach down.”

“i never do.”

“i know. it’s why you’re my favorite.”

the sparkle in his eyes and the way his chest puffs up with pride means you’re treading in the right direction. it’s so laughably easy to stroke his ego when you’re named y/n and you say a few nice words.

“do i get my good luck kiss now? or do you want to make me work for it again?” he does the weird waggling of eyebrows again.

you pull him down by the tie, hitting him right on the lips. he startles, yet composes himself quickly by squeezing his eyes shut. when you break the kiss, he chases after you immediately, but you cut him off with a hand on his mouth.

“good luck.”

nekoma wins. (though, if you ask around, they’d say that it’s everyone but kuroo’s effort. the poor man was steaming from the ears and colored red for a good portion of the match.)

it’s a perfect day today.

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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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aali help i wanna piss off kiri so bad :( be just arch nemesis :( his fated enemy :( the villain in his story :( i wanna constantly be at his throat to the point where he can’t stand me n has no choice but to try n put me in my place or die trying every time he sees me. send help this is an illness atp

eijirou kirishima gets a long with everyone— absolutely everyone.

kids love him, he ruffles their hair and only gives them candy if they’re good to their mum’s who oogle his arms when they think he’s not looking. the old ladies adore him whenever he passes them by in the cafe he gets his smoothie at every morning ( the baristas have a thing for him too ), the old sweethearts will give him a hard candy and a pinch to the cheek just for saying hello.

he’s kind, and warm, always serves with a smile and stops by to help.

everybody loves eijirou kirishima.

everybody except for you.

for some reason, you insist on hating him. refusing his help when he holds the door open tor you or offers to carry your bags, you look at eijirou like he’s stupid in patrol meetings and reject his rides home from work. you’re mean— and it annoys him. there’s only so much a man can take before he snaps and has to do something about the problem.

“not so tough, are ya now?” eijirou can be mean too, he can grip you by the cheeks and force your body into the wall, keeping you up against it by the brute strength of his his hips as they canter into yours— heavy, girthy cock carving its shape into your slippery malleable insides. all you can do is hiccup, keening into the red head’s every move even if you attempt to move your head away from his grip. “d’aw, don’t be like that sweetheart…you don’t like it when i’m mean? when i fuck you up like this; treat this nasty cunt like she deserves?”

please, you can’t tell if the way kirishima folds you up, knees into your shoulders as a bulky arm wraps around your soft middle makes you love him or hate him more— either way you’re cock drunky, hungry for the way his veiny shaft bullies it’s way into you accompanied by the wet slap, slap, slap that trickles into your symphony of hiccups and gasps and high pitched whines. “y-you’re such an…awful person,” you stutter out as kirishima licks the salt sweat from his Cupid’s bow— pulling all the way out of your creamy cunt, white with your own juices, fluttering at the suction sound when there’s not an inch of kiri left inside you.

eijirou smirks, resting his glistening cock on your pelvis, tip leaking a ways way above your belly button, entire shaft throbbing against your soft tummy. “takes one to know one, eh?” he grins sweet at you; ruby eyes though coloured with hatred shining with lust. “you’re just the awful person who likes gettin’ fucked like a filthy bitch.” then he’s grinding that seedy, achingly red tip of his into your swollen clit; hissing through his sharp teeth as he pushes back into your blistering heat with ease, chuckling at how you welcome him home, pussy pulsing with desire. “such a nasty, fuckin’ girl, huh sweetheart?” he adds, punctuating each of his words with a hard thrust into your guts.

“w-watch it, red.” you’re in no place to warn kirishima, feeling like his cock is in your throat, back arching up to meet his pace.

eijirou thumbs at your clit, sending your eyes back into your skull, his mouth hanging open to mock your moans. “w-w-watch it red!” he teases, stimulating you so fast; so fucking hard you don’t know what’s up or what’s down. “do me a favour, sweetheart, and come up for air. let me help you out just this once, and make this pathetic pussy cum. okay?”

his words make you drip, coating his thighs in a sticky sheen of your arousal and all you can do is look up at the sinisterly sexy eijirou kirishima and speak with just the tears of pleasure in your eyes.

okay.

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Based on this request by @whatthefishh: “are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop” + Steven Grant 🙈❤️

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In which you are a simpering mess for this adorkable man

Content: f!reader, Part 1: fluff, pining, bit suggestive, not beta'd - Part 1 can stand on its own, you do not have to read part 2 if you only want fluff

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Steven Grant is something else.

Apparently, he vandalized the toilets in the Egyptian wing of the museum.

And got sacked.

Disappeared for a month.

And is now in your office, asking for his job back.

He has some nerve.

The thing of it is, you feel for him.

That is to say, you feel badly for him. You also feel other things for him. Such as attraction. Really intense attraction.

Which is not okay, seeing how he is several steps below your pay grade, begging for your mercy (ahem, professionally) and you cannot show any favoritism in hiring...or re-hiring, in this case.

"I'll get on my knees and beg, if it helps," he lets out a jovial little laugh, his dark curls rustling against his forehead.

That sentence would have sounded absolutely pathetic coming out of any other man's mouth. But Steven Grant is something else. You almost ask him to repeat himself just to hear it again.

"You see...it's just that you're the only one who's ever really been kind to me," he earnestly explains, leaning toward your desk, elbows resting on his knees.

Dark eyebrows shift back and forth - his brown eyes wide and pleading.

"And...well, I'd hate to take advantage of your kindness - "

Please. Please take advantage. Ugh, your intrusive thoughts are not welcome at this meeting.

"But I'd thought you'd be most likely to listen - you see, I have a disorder - "

"Sleeping disorder, right?" You interrupt, glancing down at his file. As if you need his file. You remember every word he's ever said. One time, he inadvertently let it slip that he used an ankle restraint and that just sent you...

"Oh, that? Eh..." He chuckles nervously, straightening up and scrubbing his hand over the back of his neck.

This is the day you learn Steven is a system.

All intrusive thoughts and unprofessional desires aside, this is something you take seriously. Steven has a diagnosis now - one you cannot ignore, nor can the museum use it against him. True, the toilets have been vandalized...by his alter. Not by him.

"I'd tell you more about why it happened, but you'd think me absolutely mad," he concludes, willing to share with you about his alter, but not an ancient Egyptian deity. Not today.

"Hey, don't talk about yourself like that," you respond, your eyes shining with sincerity and compassion.

There it is - the kindness you regard others with at all times - the dignity. Everyone has a fair shot with you, everyone deserves to be listened to. Sometimes Steven wonders if you would make a better therapist than a museum supervisor. Or perhaps he simply adores talking with you. And looking at you.

"Thank you," he breathlessly utters, his eyes glowing with gratitude, "for listening to me, I mean. Not many people do...listen to me, that is."

"I don't see why not," you return warmly. "I always enjoy our conversations, Steven."

That's not all you enjoy about him.

"Thank you," he repeats, blushing.

"So...which job is it that you're interested in?"

"Oh! Well, I'll take anything you'll give me. I'll do anything, really. Just say the word and I'm all yours."

Jesus.

Is it hot in here? Are you sweating? Oh god, you're staring. Are you staring?

Clearing your throat, you attempt to move this conversation along before you spontaneously combust.

"I think we have an opening for a tour guide," you inform. "Might be a little better suited to you than gift shop clerk. And it's not under Donna's purview."

"Oh god, really?" He gasps, his shoulders straightening from their typical, cute hunch. "You'd really let me interview - for a tour guide?"

"Of course," you sweetly reply. "We just need to set up a time for you to give me a private tour and I'll see what I can do."

The affection and adoration on Steven Grant's face is something you need to see again. Especially if you can be the cause for it.

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"Are you sure? Once I start I don’t think I'll be able to stop," Steven confesses, standing with you at the entrance of the museum's Egyptian wing.

Nearly every word out of his gorgeous, kissable lips drives you to distraction.

Feeling uneasy at your silence, he barrels on, "Just don't want to talk my way out of a job, is all."

"No, of course you won't, Steven, please. Go ahead."

So he does.

He talks and talks and talks about everything you pass by. And not just the major displays, but the tiniest bits of pottery, cracked and nearly forgotten. But not by him. His brown eyes glow with intrigue, his hands gesture animatedly.

He knows everything there is to know, even going so far as to point out that one of the name plates underneath one of the smallest, dullest, frankly most insignificant display items - is incorrect.

How has this man been stuck at the gift shop counter with Donna condescending to him daily?

He's actually managed to distract you from your desires - from your silly crush - and really impress you, professionally.

"Have I done it, then?" He sheepishly questions, pressing his palms together as if supplicating, then pulling them close to his chest. "Have I gone on too long?"

"No," you breathe, with heartfelt conviction. "It was amazing. You're amazing."

His eyebrows shoot up as he pushes up on his toes eagerly. "Wow, really?"

"Yes," you nod fervently, grinning at him. "You're hired. Congratulations, Steven."

Squeezing his hands into cute fists, he nearly shakes with excitement. "Thank you. Thank you so much!" And then, as if all his puppy energy bursts out of him, he pulls you into a quick, but strong embrace. The heat of his body electrifies you utterly.

"Oh, god, sorry. That wasn’t professional at all, was it? No. Please don't tell my boss," he laughs, attempting to joke his way out of his blunder.

You're reeling. Where others see an info-dumping nerd, you see a man so eager to please. And so handsome. And smart. How is he single?

"D-don't worry about it," you finally stammer, realizing he's withdrawn his fidgeting fingers to his chest. "No harm done."

"Sorry, I just get...passionate. I mean..." He gestures around him, his eyes sweeping over the ancient relics he knows so well - though his eyes ultimately land on you. "It's all so bloodly amazing, innit?"

"Yes," you laugh, although not mockingly. "I agree, it is. And I think this display is best left in your hands, Steven. I really do."

Taking you literally, he holds his hands up for inspection, turning them over adorably before thrusting them out toward you. "These hands won't let you down, boss."

Steven is still holding out his hands so you extend your own for a professional handshake. "Welcome to the team. Or - welcome back, rather."

The warmth of his palm enveloping your own sends a wave of desire surging through you.

Steven holds on a bit longer than most people would, his gaze falling on yours. "Thank you. Really. You don't know what this means to me. I don't know how I'll ever make it up to you."

You could think of a few ways.

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gh0vtzb1og · 11 days

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I have many thoughts about ghost or price coming back from a long mission and being a sub to reader cause they're too tired.. :3 specifically masc

Rockin’ horse. Bottom price / JOHN PRICE X MALE READER

You ask and I deliver.

(I didn’t know if you meant submissive top, so your getting submissive bottom price)

Notes; fingering, teasing, anal sex, degradin, jerking off, blow job.

(The whole time I’m writing this I’m thinking of ‘exit only’ boxers, LMAO)

Price leaned up against the doorway of your shared bedroom, his lips parted ever so slightly, his look was a beat up and exhausted one. He didn’t say anything to you, just stared in silence, waiting for you to speak.

“Long day at work eh?” You shifted against the bed, sitting in your boxers. Prices eyes shifted to your boxers.

“Very,” he murmured, creeping onto the floorboards without a word. He crawled onto the bed, the worn down look in his eyes as his met yours. He crawled on top of you now, the slightly bigger man looking down at you.

You weren’t gonna take this though. Quickly wrapping your leg around the back of his knee and pushing him onto his back. You grab his legs, pinning them to either side of his body, soft snaps of his bones being stretched out into a new way.

You had jerked him off in a dominant manner, but never this far. Hid jaw hung open as he laid there pinned. “Bloody hell. This what you’ve been, plannin’?” He gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles turning a white shade as he waited for your next move.

You move one hand down to undo his belt which kept his jeans clinging to him. as if they didn’t already compliment his lower half. You undid his jeans, moving your hands to his boxers. Using your palm to rub it against his ass. The captains eyes were filled with frustration, he couldn’t move to take a more dominant role. Now you were both in your boxers, slipping the captains off.

He was erect against his stomach, his cock leaking pre cum as you used two of your fingers inside him. Gently rubbing his inner walls and trying to find his prostate.

“Goddamnitt, I’m so gonna ruin you later boy.” He threatened. Groans and moans leaving his throat as you work on his ass. Your fingers neatly scissoring him and thrusting out of him. He growled softly and bit his cheek as he stared at you, a quiet pant leaving his lips as he tried to keep quiet. Not wanting to give you the satisfaction of him getting pleasure from your acts.

“Shh. You’re just so upset aren’t you price. A captain in the military getting fingered on his own bed, how pathetic.” You kiss his bearded chin. You pulled your boxers down. Staring at your older boyfriend, his cock red and angry. Desperate for relief from his rough day.

He gripped the bed harder, feelin you pull your fingers away and pushing your tip against his entrance. “Just a damn slag. Can Mr old man not fight against me? Is he gonna get fucked hm?” You sneer into his ear. Watching his jaw tighten as he glares at you.

With a quick thrust of your hips you were halfway in him. Listening to the older male groan out in pleasure. Gritting his teeth to his best advantage, drool was seeping out from his lips as you move your hips once more, slamming your cock fully into the other man. You wrapped your right hand around his cock, quickly moving it. You ran your thumb over his tip, playing with his slit.

“Fuck! Cmon darlin you don’t gotta I didn’t mean it. Just quit now and I won’t do anything to ya.” He pleaded, trying to hide his moans as you pound into him. Fucking him with everything you’ve got, long gravely moans left his throat, watching as he tilted his head back.

You push his legs by his head, pinning them there. Price was letting out heavenly groans and moans. All because of you, a feeling of pride filled you as you used your position to rub right against his prostate.

“Fuck lad! Cmon you don’t gotta, fuck!” He groaned out to the thick, hot air that wrapped around you both. Feeling his cock throb into your touch before a warm spurt of cum left it, hitting his stomach and dribbling onto his body, his cock throbbed for a few seconds more.

You had got the best of him. Pulling out and letting a low chuckle leave your own mouth.

“Not so hard hmm, though I’m still hard, suppose you can’t help can ya.” You tsk, watching his hazy eyes go to your cock. He moved over, grabbing onto your hips and letting his lips wrap around your cock, his beard tickling your skin. A quiet groan left you as he tasted himself on your cock.

Choking on it. You ran your hand through his hair, watching his teary eyes as he tried to take your cock. He’d certainly get you back for this.

I really hope this doesn’t look as bad as I see it bro. I can’t tell if my writing is boring (lmk how I can improve)

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copias-girl · 1 year

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To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter VIII

A/N: Sit down, put your Red Lobster bibs on, and get ready to EAT because this chapter just came outta the oven! ♥︎

All chapters <3

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The events of the sleepover continued, but ever since you kissed him, Cardinal Copia had been in a daze. His dichromatic eyes were glazed over, cheeks remaining permanently flushed. He kept trying to muster up the courage to dare you to kiss him again, but every time his turn came around he would falter, instead just picking something painfully lame that would even make himself cringe.

Copia was also desperately trying to stave off the thoughts he was having about you. That kiss did something to him, and he kept accidentally slipping into horribly lewd daydreams about you that made his cock throb and leak precum into his pants. He envisioned you on his lap again, making out with him so sweetly, sucking on his tongue and riding his cock feverishly.

He wondered how it would feel as you gripped his shoulders and bounced up and down on him, taking him over and over again. Could he make you moan like that? Would you moan his name, or his title? Or… would you call him Rat, as you’d been doing all night? Copia shivered at the thought, saliva pooling in his mouth. Satan, he had to be careful or he’d start drooling like an idiot.

He imagined your sugary lips on him again, pressing fire hot kisses into his flesh before throwing your head back and moaning out:

Cardinal!

Oh Cardinal!

Cardinal!

Cardinal…?

Cardinal???

“Cardinal? Cardinal??” You waved in front of his face.

“Hellooo? Earth to Rat??” Your voice finally roused the man from his thoughts as you snapped your fingers a few times.

“Eh! S-sorry…” He murmured, shamefully averting his gaze from you as if you could read every thought that bounced around in his head. And with the way you were smirking at him, he could almost believe it.

“I don’t know where you went but, it’s your turn.” You told him.

“O-oh, ehm… T-truth or dare?” Copia asked you, swallowing nervously.

“Dare.”

Now was his chance.

“I dare you.. to… ehm… I dare you to k-… to k-k….” He just couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Cat got your tongue, Rat?” You taunted him, raising an eyebrow.

“I dare you to tell me- ehm- What is.. eh… y-your favourite… e-ehm… c-c-candy?” Goddammit, he lost his nerve and he somehow managed to turn a dare into a truth.

“My favourite candy?” You smirked. “Hmm. Lollipops.” You decided. “Especially the ones with a bit of cream in the middle. After so much sucking and licking, you get a nice little surprise.” You explained, earning gasps and giggles from your friends.

The Cardinal’s face was priceless. Certainly you didn’t mean- That couldn’t be an innuendo for- Could it?? The poor man looked as though he was about to pop. And by the way he was snagging a stray pillow on the floor and trying to be casual as he set it on his lap, you knew that his raging boner hadn’t died down one bit since you gave him his first kiss.

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After you all exhausted every dare and question, the game concluded; deep regret hanging heavy over Copia’s head for not asking for another kiss. Why was he such a pathetic loser? But then Lilith was speaking up, pulling the man from his thoughts.

“Sooooo, since it’s getting later, we should totally watch a horror movie.” She suggested.

“Oh my Satan, yes!” You clapped excitedly, standing up. “You guys can pick one out, I need to… reapply my lipgloss… since it all ended up in Cardi’s mouth.” You smirked, gaze locked onto Copia.

His puppy eyes widened, nearly choking on air at that last thing you said. “I-I-I’m s-sorry Sorella, I- eh-”

“Don’t be, Cardinal. It’s just par for the course with kissing.” You grinned, giving his head a little pat as you stepped past him, slinking off to your ensuite bathroom.

Your room was a bigger than most siblings’; Terzo had set you up in it. “Anything for la mia Sorella preferita. And since you won’t share my room, I suppose this will have to do.” He had said, kissing the back of your hand and smirking at you charmingly.

You reapplied some of your cherry gloss before stepping back into the main room, seeing your friends all gathered around the television to pick out a movie while Copia quietly sat in his place on the floor, worrying his lower lip between his teeth.

They finally settled on a movie called Lights Out, which looked pretty scary, so you all piled onto your bed with some pink throw blankets.

“Cardinal, come here!” You patted the spot next to you when you noticed the man still seated on your rug. He looked up at you with pitiful eyes, apparently surprised that you were allowing him onto your bed. He went to reach for his biretta but you stopped him with a sharp, “Leave it off, Rat.”

He obeyed you with a quick nod, getting up and moseying over to your bed like a lost puppy. He sat lightly on the edge, but you pulled him closer and squeezed him in, fluffing part of the blanket over him. “You know, I really like your hair.” You commented, turning to him and brushing deft fingers through his thick locks.

“O-oh, grazie Sorella…” He blushed hotly, his pointy nose almost bumping into yours as he turned to face you. “I am, eh.. getting more grey.. heh heh..” He chuckled nervously. Shit, why did he say that? Why was he bringing attention to the fact that he was so much older than you? He didn’t vocalize it, but he did feel like you were partially to blame for his hair greying quicker; with the way you stressed him out oh so much.

You only shook your head with a soft smile, fingertips ghosting over his temples, where the most grey was coming in. “I don’t mind at all, I like it.”

A chill ran down the man’s spine at that. Were you just trying to flatter him or… did you really mean it? He didn’t have much time to dwell on it before Mable interrupted his thoughts as she looked to you and giggled. “Oh boy, be careful sitting next to her during a horror movie! Last time she was all over me!” She laughed.

“I can’t help it, the jump scares always get me!” You pouted.

The Cardinal only blushed harder, his whole body tense as he was painfully aware of your close proximity. He was riddled with worry, not knowing if he’d be able to handle it if you got any closer.

His fate was sealed as the lights were dimmed and the movie started up.

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The movie hopped into the scary stuff pretty much right away, and it had you pressing closer and closer to Copia as the tension rose in each scene.

“Aah!” You yelped cutely at one of the jump scares, wrapping your arms around the Cardinal’s neck, pressing your cheek against his. Copia inhaled sharply, freezing in place, not even daring to breathe. As the next suspenseful moment built, you only wound your arms around him tighter, like a serpent constricting its prey.

“I’m scared.” You whispered with a little giggle. The Cardinal was such a sweet gentleman, and, wanting to comfort you, he wrapped an arm around your waist.

You grabbed his other hand, holding it up to your face to cover your eyes just a little bit.

“Open your fingers.” You murmured, and he did so that you could peek through the leather. You squirmed nervously, even snaking one of your legs over Copia’s as you awaited the next jump scare. His wide mismatched eyes kept flicking away from the screen in favour of glancing at you. His chest began to tighten, struggling to stifle a groan as your leg hiked up higher, brushing over the painful tent in his pants.

“Ah!” The Cardinal gasped loudly as your leg jolted deliciously against his erection. Thankfully, the jumpscare had come at the exact same time, so his noise was disguised as one of fear.

With a frightened squeak, you grabbed fistfuls of Copia’s cassock and tugged him half on top of you. He let out a surprised sound as you maneuvered him like a rag doll, desperately trying not to poke you with his hard cock.

With the next scare, however, you were scrambling on top of the Cardinal, your legs tangled with his under the soft pink blanket, your face buried in the crook of his neck. Copia’s eyes were rolling back in delight, his cock twitching and pulsing as he exhaled shakily. Your touch was intoxicating; he couldn’t get enough of the way you squeezed and pulled at him, squirming all around and smothering him.

Beside you on the bed, the other girls were all hugging each other, screaming and giggling as the scariness of the movie progressed. However, they kept stealing odd glances at your situation with the Cardinal, the way your body wrapped lithely around his. They partially chalked it up to you being frightened, however they were still disturbed by the fact that you were so incredibly close to the man. It was bad enough you had to kiss him earlier.

Currently, Copia’s big cock was poking right into you, causing you to bite your lip and rub your thighs together. Sweet Satan, this pathetic man made you so incredibly crazed with lust. And you knew it must be terribly agonizing, but you still couldn’t help but accidentally-on-purpose grind into him. You hid a smirk at the way Copia’s lips parted, his eyes widening as he almost blew his load in his pants.

You leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck as you brought your lips to his ear.

“What do you always have in your pocket, hm?” You whispered, feeling the man stiffen as you nudged your leg against his cock.

“It’s so big and hard. You must have really deep pockets in this getup.” You added, feigning innocence.

“I- w-well- ehm-” Copia stammered, not knowing what to say. But then you were snaking a hand under the blanket, and before the Cardinal could do anything, you were grasping his cock through his pants and giving it a squeeze.

Copia choked out a strangled moan, and you gasped, recoiling your hand and trying to act surprised. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before you leaned in.

“You little perv.” You whispered hotly in his ear, causing Copia to whimper, his face paling before his feverish blush came back full force.

“N-no, p-p-please, I-I-” He stammered, but ultimately had no excuse. He fully expected to be shamed and kicked out of the sleepover. And he’d deserve it too, for being such a disgusting pervert.

“You’re sick, Rat.” You chastised him, but your arms only tightened around him, your soft lips brushing against his ear, his sideburn.

The poor man was trembling, whispering out apology after apology, the lines on his forehead deepening with worry and remorse. You thought he might even start crying.

“P-p-p-please forgive me, Sorella, I-I-I d-didn’t m-mean to, I-” He frantically yet quietly begged for pardon, his flushed lower lip trembling with emotion.

You placed a soothing hand on his cheek, grabbing his attention as he stared at you with wide eyes in the close proximity, your nose brushing against his. Copia waited in suspense for you to speak, fidgeting in his place, fearful of what you might say.

“Shut up, Rat, I can’t hear the movie.” You cooed softly with a wicked little smirk and mischief twinkling in your eyes.

The Cardinal nodded shakily, another ghost of an apology falling from his lips, his wide eyes never leaving yours. He felt like prey, frozen in fear and waiting to see if the predator would strike. You didn’t, instead just turning back to the movie and snuggling up to him closer, pulling him into you, resting your head against his and mindlessly carding your fingers through his hair. Copia’s breath was coming in quick little gasps now, especially when you made no effort to move your leg, which was resting right on his cock. You could feel the sheer heat emanating from it right through his pants and cassock, and although you pitied the poor man, his agony made your little pussy so wet.

Your touch was maddening, your nails raking softly against his scalp, causing Copia to subconsciously tighten his arm around your waist. Poor thing, he could hardly even concentrate on the movie. He was only aware of the jump scares because that’s when you would wind yourself around him tighter, pulling him closer by his collar and holding him almost intimately.

Copia’s heart was hammering in his chest, so intensely he thought it might give out any second. You had such a profound effect on him, causing his head to spin and his chest to ache and his cock to throb and twitch and weep in ways it never ever had before.

You were mindlessly moving your leg against him, knowing you could cause him to cum any second. Copia was quietly panting, desperate to not make it obvious, but oh so eager for release. And finally, just when he was about to burst, just when the poor man was going to get some relief, the credits began to roll.

You and the other sisters sighed, all going limp. And unfortunately for Copia, you removed your leg.

“What a wild ride!” You giggled, relaxing into the Cardinal’s arms, all the tension leaving your body. The poor man could have wept. He was so close to release, so close to cumming in his pants, all from you. His brain was foggy and he felt feverish, yet he noted in pleasant surprise that you didn’t move away from him now that the movie was over.

“Did you like it?” You turned to face him, your head resting on his shoulder as you looked up at him with tousled hair and a cute, kittenish smile on your lips.

“S-Si, it.. it was good…” Copia nodded awkwardly, suddenly aware of the way his arms were around you. He wondered if that was okay, if you minded at all.

“I, eh… I-I better go, it is late, ehm…” He began to sit up, but you whined.

“Noooo! You’re staying!” You protested, pouncing on the man and pinning him to the bed, sitting right on his weeping cock.

“Oh!” He gasped. “B-but, ehm..”

“You can’t just go out into the dark corridor after watching that! And besides, you need to protect me from monsters.” You told him.

“I don’t think he could protect you from fuck all with those noodle arms.” Emily scoffed. Copia self-consciously glanced at his arms. Shit, was it that noticeable?

“But you’d try, wouldn’t you?” You cooed, fingertips softly scratching under Copia’s chin as he moved to sit up against the headboard with you still straddling his lap.

“Of course, Sorella.” He nodded. That seemed like the only thing he was completely sure of.

“My hero.” You swooned, leaning down to nuzzle your cheek against his, causing Copia to bristle with excitement.

“I-I would die trying to protect you, Sorella.” The Cardinal dared to add, bashfully averting his gaze.

“Simp.” Lilith snorted, causing your friends to burst out laughing.

You ignored them, smiling appreciatively at Copia. “That’s sweet.” You remarked, brushing the back of your finger against the man’s freckled cheek.

“Just let him get back to his own room already…” Emily sighed in annoyance.

“I dunno, I kinda wanna keep him.” You hummed playfully studying the pathetic man.

Copia stifled a moan. He wanted that so badly. He wanted to be kept by you. He wanted to be yours. Poor thing, he knew you were only teasing him, probably laughing at him behind his back, but he couldn’t help but fantasize about your words becoming a reality.

“I… I will stay if you want me to…” He timidly spoke up.

You squealed in excitement, bouncing up and down on his lap and nearly causing Copia to cum for the millionth time as he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Well, he can’t sleep in the bed, there’s no room.” Lilith pointed out.

“And I’m taking the sofa.” Emily added.

“Well…” You slid off Copia’s lap, gathering a bunch of blankets and pillows onto the soft area rug right next to your side of the bed.

“There. A comfy rat’s nest for my little Rat.” You giggled. “Is this alright?”

Copia nodded, cheeks flushed as he got out of your bed and made himself comfortable on the little nest you made for him.

You hugged your friends and wished them a good night and sweet dreams, before turning and looking at Copia.

“Sweet dreams, Cardinal.” Your voice lilted coquettishly, kneeling beside him and pressing a sweet goodnight kiss to his cheek. His lips parted as he stared up at you with wide eyes, his blush intensifying.

“Y-y-you too…” He whispered, watching as you blew out all the candles, turned off all the lights, and got into bed.

•𖤐•

It was the middle of the night when you woke up, taking a sip of water from the glass on your nightstand. You stretched, feeling Ava hogging your space and stealing your covers. You peeked over the edge of the plush bed, sleepy eyes softening as you gazed dreamily at the sleeping Cardinal. He looked so innocent and peaceful, his chest rising and falling slowly. You decided to let Ava, Mable, and Lilith have the bed to themselves while you slipped onto the floor, snuggling up next to Copia under the blanket.

You watched him sleep for a few moments, carefully bending down to place a barely-there little kiss to his lips. The corners of his mouth twitched, the lines on his face softening as he relaxed into your touch. You pressed another peck to his lips, then the tip of his nose, his cheekbone, his chin. Part of you wished he’d wake up and catch you.

You situated yourself in his arms, resting your head on his chest and burying your face into the fabric of his cassock. He only stirred, subconsciously leaning into your warmth. You sighed happily, squeezing him a little tighter. It wasn’t long before sleep claimed you once more.

•𖤐•

Your friends awoke before you and the Cardinal, absolutely horrified to find you cuddling with him.

“Ew!” Emily grimaced. “Maybe she was sleepwalking and had no idea what she was doing…?”

“Maybe she was just uncomfortable with us in the bed?” Lilith suggested, trying to come up with any excuse besides the fact that you wanted to be close to Copia.

“Should we wake her?” Ava asked.

“Let her sleep. She looks… oddly comfortable.” Mable winced.

It was an only bit later that Copia began to stir, at first not knowing where he was. He blinked the sleep from his mismatched eyes, the events of the previous night slowly coming back to him. It was then that he realized he was.. holding something. Or… someone.

He looked down to find you, angelic as ever, sleeping soundly in his arms. You looked like a freshly-fallen angel, having been cast down from heaven and gracefully landing in his arms. Copia gasped softly, his cheeks tinged pink as he watched you for a few moments; the way your cheek was smushed into his chest, the way your lips were curled upwards in a gentle smile, the way your arms were wrapped around his waist, using him as your teddy bear. You were beauty incarnate, and the Cardinal burned the image into his mind, as he knew this would most likely be his only chance to witness such a thing.

Your lashes began to flutter as you awoke, nuzzling your face against Copia’s chest before looking up at him.

“Buongiorno, Cardinale.” Your girlish voice melted his heart, gave him butterflies in his stomach.

“B-b-buongiorno, Sorella.” He stuttered.

“Sleep well?” You asked, making no move to get up.

“S-si, I.. a-and you?” He responded.

“Not at first but… After I came down here I slept amazingly.” You beamed. “I hope you don’t mind?”

“No! Eh- N-no, not at all, Sorella.” Copia tried and failed not to appear too eager.

“Soooo, you gonna get up?” Emily prompted you expectantly.

You groaned, flopping your head down back onto the Cardinal, giving him another squeeze and making his cheeks flush. “Five more minutes? I’m sooo comfy.”

“Well, if we don’t head down now, we’ll be late for breakfast, and today’s pancake day.” Mable enticed you.

“Oh! I love pancakes!” You shot upright at that.

“Yeah, better hurry before there’s none left!” Lilith giggled.

“Come on, everyone, hurry up!” You exclaimed, bolting to the bathroom. The last thing Copia saw was your bare back as you grabbed your habit and lifted your pyjama shirt over your head before shutting the door behind you.

The overwhelmed Cardinal collapsed back onto the pile of pillows, sighing dreamily.

𖤐 to be continued 𖤐

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